tragedies, losses,
failures and defeats
will always be
present in life

sometimes,
i try to ready
my soul and my heart
for mishaps

but i guess i was
never ready enough
for whenever it comes,
it still leaves me
devastated, hopeless

then the air whispered
to my ears
the untold stories,
& unsung melodies,
of the lonely souls
who claimed their own lives
because of grave melancholia

a chill climbed onto my spine
and hoped that someday,
they'll find their paradise.

i adore her,
every part of her being—
both the parts she is proud of
and those that she keeps hidden
her wit and sweetness
seems like a cherry on top of an ice cream
that makes her even more
beautiful to my eyes.

i’ve liked him since that
19th of February
during our rehearsal for a cotillion
"Your hands feel cold. Don’t be nervous", he said.
i smiled and felt the warmth on my cheeks
he’s always been my inspiration
and my strong tower.

i wish i could finally
tell her how much i love her.

i don’t think i’ll ever have
the courage to tell him i love him.

there are daisies
and tulips and roses
growing between
the spaces of her ribs
brought to life
by his tender touch.