Deep beneath the waters,
Are memoirs that etched history,
A feeling of disgusts and longing,
A madman full of hopes without learning.

Behind the lashes of every soul,
Are flashbacks of what wrecked thy heart,
A heart full of sincerity and faithfulness,
Became broken gestures of closed chapters.

Signs whispered more than string of words,
But are neglected and ignored,
Because the heart tells to love more,
That even the owner's eye clamor in despair.

Dainty mascaras have fooled the ones looking,
Telling people to adore the fancy lashes,
Has blinded them of what's happening,
The one who's wearing is a disheartened being.

The sky filled with shining, shimmering stars,
The intensity it gives down to your spine and bones,
The wanting of your heart and eyes to gaze more,
Until you dream of reaching the unreachable.

Chasing and reaching the stars,
Hoping it'll fill your empty and broken heart,
Fooled you in a deeper sense,
The falling star he never laid glance.

You're such a dainty little maiden,
The lass of every lads' dream,
Yet the stars made you hope of something,
Something you can never hold and keep.