Forgive me that I stare,
Tis something I couldn't resist.
Tis not just for your beauty,
But for how you hold your smile.

A smile to you seems so precious;
That you only give to those you trust.
The face you so much hid away;
To avoid any eye contact.

Tis not just the beauty I see in you,
Whether its innocence or a deep concealed darkness;
That I do not know.
Oh how I wish I can know.

You let out a low vibe around you,
Whether shy or sad;
That is your aura.
But confidence was always kept within.

You turned your head down,
I can tell those you judge,
With you;
I sense fear.


- HIY

You are mine,

I am yours.

With this bond,

We bind with words.

You shan't leave,

And I shan't hurt,

That is the promise I give to you


-HIY

If my presence,

Is like a cloud to your sky,

That dimmed your world.

I will walk away;

And rain on another.

Perhaps they would be waiting;

For the rainbow after the rain.


-HIY

Because sometimes,
She forgets that she's shy,
And in those moments,
She felt happy.

-HIY

She covered her skin,
But she still feel naked.
Head wrapped with a shawl,
Everyone can see her hair.
She was an open book,
Every move she makes in every page.
They know her curves-
They know her lines.
From eyeliners-
To shoe size.
It was all noted down-
All recorded.

Do they really know her?

Do they know she cries herself to sleep?
How much time on the mirror for the right make up?
How many texts blowing her phone about objectifying her body?
How many insults on how how she portrays to be?
How many hours she spent thinking what's missing from her?
How many hurtful comments on how she would never understand just because she's beautiful?

She will always turns head,
But she only need to turn one heart.

The one that makes all those expensive care seems worth it,
One that could make look forward to the next day,
One that could make her feel good on her fashion efforts,
That accepts her regardless of what mood she is in.


-HIY

In my canvas I drew her face,
With each brush stroke I drew her emotions,
Every dash of color paints her feelings,
And as the oil dries I caught her memories.

I framed the canvas as to keep her forever,
Or at least to keep her safe,
But even her portrait wont stay still,
She needed to grow-
Out of her own life.

-HIY

She was never one to grow wings and fly away,
She just can't leave her tree and be vulnerable,
She needed to be strong for herself,
Now she grow roots and became the tree itself.

-HIY