~From "Heart And Strings Collection"~


The bond we conceive
is in labor, but thou is not solid
to accept the species we bring forth.

I failed to observe the festival of courage.
The gods refused to stop blessing me.
A curse or a blessing?
An unraveled mystery.
So they brought you my way,
but I failed to pursue the heart-driven desire.

It's mid-summer in 2020
There I sat, on a squicky crooked chair.
Escaped the heat from inside
And all that noise that comes
Form having a family tree and expectations.
I wonder where peace have been all these days.
Thought I saw happiness in a form of a person.
And all the drama we did.
What's it for?

I muse in pain
when you make out with him.
You brew up palliation and contradict words from yourself.
In my protest, you conclude not guilty.
I’m just the worst human ever.
Filled up worthless experiences.
Pain!

Look me in the eyes...