| -Noname- It hurts it hurts, the way she pauses and utters it disdainfully, I cannot blame myself, I shouldn�t, but I do, Because tracing back into the start, what happened of it still revolves around me, Leaving me open for the blame, And all I want, can want is for her to change her view on me, I wish I was someone who didn�t care, I don�t, but when it comes down to her, I do, And in my dreams she utters the same words, Of disapproval, of little interest, of little understanding, I am angry she does not share my passion, that she cannot try to relate, But if it is not her fault, then it should not be mine, Then who�s is it? In this world we all point fingers, But I can�t simply let it go |
| -Couldn't ask him- I ate my pizza, Trying not to notice how I moved and acted just like the man across from me, His simple gestures and posture of sitting, And the way he observed the table in front of his eyes while talking, Mother says we share the same scent, I�m curious of what I smell like, But I�m too afraid, To ask him if I could smell his scent |
| -Lingering moon- My childhood memories are no more than the lingering moon shining upon the spider�s web, Constantly changing and catching my eyes like the morning dew that slicks its gloomy sparkling perspectives of the world, Soft milk is the memory, changing like every day, minute, second, like the colors spinning in our world, Flying away they are, pulling me on, the boundaries have no end, Never can anyone feel so free, to live, the freedom its only freedom no greater than what I can expect but to live, Its scary knowing nothing can match its wide range of nothingness and it frightens me to end like an infinite wide space waiting for us to write out our life with the inky spills of our mistakes, regrets and celebrations, And the only thing I can do to keep on going, to keep from going insane from the way it can swallow one whole and never return them, never return them! Is to live and record it into my pages, with flaws, and struggle to avoid those darn papercuts |
| -Water- For papa. Sunny days that light the sweet, blend in with clean transparent winds, Snow falls down softly like the clouds, Our red flowers dance in their love, This land plays a melodic song in my heart, Only water is left, crying her rain, Fly, our dreams made from her purity, Dry your tears Water, your color is like the sky, Wrapped around heaven. |
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