We never even dated
so it would be unwise to say so
kept my heart at high hopes
one day you'll see the worth
promised we'd be inseparable  
but it started to fade away

Quickly let me note it down
before it all disappears
In a translucent dream
like a vision, I'd see us
Flourishing together

For a moment, reading Romeo and Juliet
Got me thinking maybe they would have
Approached things differently
I would be the Juliet if you'd see the Romeo
Hidden deep in you

Screaming silently but the tongue is ripped and torn
My mind unable to think anymore
My heart in denial
But the body is still strong and pushing

Hating on you would be an option
leaving would be by choice
But I choose to stay
To revive the dead Romeo
And butter up my swollen heart

And the evening comes,
They'll all say they knew you.
They'll gonna say sweet words about you
Posting your lively pictures lamenting
Why you left so early
Why you never gave them heads up.
R.I.Ps gonna be so sweet and angelic.
But when morning shines,
They'll all forget your existence
They'll move and enjoy what they got
What you left for them.
YOU'LL BE A HISTORY
So whatever you gotta do,
Do it knowing, with or without you
The world is gonna keep goin'

Given opportunity I'll choose a dare,
Silently my heart will ooze
With the game of dare
We will make fun of it.
But silently i chose to bury
My unbearable bitter truth.

Wait a minute!
How do you generate a secret?
Simple!
Just by the words "Can I tell you a secret?"
There, everyone knows its a secret.
Something forbiden
Something meant for you only.
Not to be told.


But wait!
How about you just, say it
How about you just make it like one pep talk?
They wont realise its a secret
They wont remember
They wont bother
They wont consider talking about it.

Here is how a human mind is made
Once it perceives a secret
Connects it to your heart
Your heart becomes restless
Itchy mouth so uncomfortable until,
Until you decide to talk to someone
Supposively, a friend
And the chain goes, on and on

Just like a tale
Its easily forgotten when its not a secret
Than when given the ' Secret crown concoxion"

Every time you are out of sight
I'm dying just to see you
Your presence makes
Life feel like hell
But i'm left with nothing
Wishing that i can see you
    Just one more time.

Love so sweet
Yet so cruel
i keep asking myself
Why does it have to exist?
Why was feelings created?
But all my whys'
Are left unanswered

It feels impossible
How do we rewrite our story?
What title do we give it?
Of how we gonna be
I wish i can be a poet but i cant
Love feels like a cage of vengeance.

The urge to be somebody we can't be
Is thus rampant associated fashionable
that's sold-out in empty tins
and therefore the taglines...
Are the snippers from an grade degree
That dictates the standards of their own targets


and that we are all subjected to the flow
Of this beauty
Not knowing that
we have a tendency to are all living within the flaws
Of this same beauty
That we embrace
Ironic

currently let ME pause,
Asking an issue that
each man tends to overlook, where...
wherever is that the beauty?.. The beauty,
Man slaughtering their own blood
And flesh, where is the sweetness?

Would like to write a lot of
Question more
hunt for the beauty more
however I guess...
Pausing there would be my drugs