Pain is never his strongest suit,
So he gave himself a gift of anger,
To shun the pain from sinking in,
The world gave him the seeds of madness,
So he gave himself a bundle of pain,
To hide behind agony from himself,
The He;

A birth of a beautiful pain,
A never ending war,
Indefinite and not to be won,
Between what she knows & what she feel,
A wound that won't easily heal,
A scar she won't reveal,
Emblem of beautiful pain,
The She;

Like the wave bathes the sand on the beach,
There's not a part of you I couldn't reach,
And, surely, not a place you wouldn't feel,

It is you I want to see,
Randomness in beauty,
You wear art for a chiffon,
To keep your heart warm,
And passion for a lingerie,
That take my breath away,
I see you...

In the hope to reconcile their irreconcilable differences,
I, once, tried my mind to read-in on my heart & my heart to my mind,
Between my mind telling me of the reasons;
Why I should only listen to it,
And my heart, of the feelings & dreams;
How it always keeps me afloat,
I was convinced by both to the fullest,
I stood completely on the side of each,
Twice, I died that same day,

Always, they come running,
My monsters,
With persistence and wildness,
Sometimes, even with yet unformed chaos,
Some of them weak; I stomp them, tame them & keep them closed,
But there are those, I prefer to others,
The kind that sanity can comprehend them not,
So much so, they tend to help with what they've got,
A lullaby to my insomnia,

You were a pen in a dream I had dreaming of you,
Then I woke up and you are gone
just like a dew,