If tomorrow starts without me
I want you to look at the stars
See how they dance in the milky way
So then your memories will stay

If tomorrow starts without me
I want you to listen as the birds chirp
Listen how they sing lullabies
Let my voice be present in your mind

If tomorrow starts without me
I want you to remember everything
Know that I was lucky
Note that I died happy

I've never saw such vibrant waterfall before,
Took off my clothes, left to dive in,
Ventured the silky blue till the bleak red,
Watched the paints washed together, before
Bask myself beneath the glowing yellow.
Only this time I had hurted my gaze,
I saw no more silky and bleak hues,
No more fluids, or glowing light.
I blinked once, then twice,
Through my eyes,
The pitch black waterfall became,
Nothing I could recall,
As the girl looked at me,
Like the empty space I saw.

We were friends, once.
A rock is sturdy, it's strong against assaults,
Identical to you, on terms of disputes.
Apologies can be accepted even insincere,
However so, you never tried, live without regrets.
Insults are foolish, it breaks spirits like sticks and bones,
Call me "degenerate", give a grin then depart.
Fool yourself, convince I've got nothing to say,
But the silence is my giveaway.

The flower that blossomed too quickly,
Nor the fruit that ripened too soon.
The flower that bloomed for the tree,
And the fruit that ripened for both equally,
The tree didnt mean to give more than needed,
Its nutrition, its air nor its water
Its roots, its looks nor its tendency.
For it had not learned how to be,
The tree a flower and a fruit should need.
As it is trying best from what it received,
When it was a fruit, a seed from another,
That had given it more than flowers preserve.
The misguided tree, nurturing the future,
Hoping to heal,
And grow as it ventures.

I started to speak to the grass,
Yet the breeze gave the reply,
I went ahead and screamed to the land,
Still what came back was an echo,
I want to sing and sing out loud,
Hoping it would reach underneath,
But just the soil in between,
Separates the body of you and me.

I hope you know how I miss,
The words I wish to emit,
So I kept singing and singing–
Until the melodies grew hoarse.
But what you heard wasn't music,
It was the crawls of maggots.

I'm sorry for bothering you,
Never meant to

I'm sorry for annoying you,
Didn't intend to

I'm sorry for angering you,
Never wanted to

I'm sorry for trying to..
Make you love me too.