Tints and Shades

every letter forming words each flowing out like it's made to every conversation turning to sleepless nights each happening like it's meant to you're my favorite fiction that of which i would peek in between you're my favorite fiction that of which i would read countless times you're my favorite fiction that of which i would memorize its lines you're my favorite fiction that of which i would be reminded of you're my favorite fiction. tragic, you're my favorite fiction.

She’s a wild flower A species so rare No place she calls home She despised her silhouette Even once tried to erase Her very own shadow under the sun Oh yet, Life has decided To give her a second chance She just found a place For her to show her petals Where creatures would feed off her She has just about to bloom And declare significance Yet the evil wind tosses her away Life, for her, Is just about to start. Yet, The thunderstorm is drifting her apart.

rain, is it hard to be you? to be longed for when you're not there to be despised at when you're actually there rain, is it hard to be you? to sometimes be accused of flood often even blamed for blood rain, is it hard to be you? does it hurt to fall from such heights? or does it feel good to be back home?

God of mercy, God of second chances. thanks for not giving up on me.

the beauty of life is that it's a one-way ticket the joy you're feeling now ain't the joy you're feeling then the pain you're feeling now ain't the pain you will be feeling the beauty of life is that it's a one-way ticket the victory you won now ain't the victory you won then the loss you're facing now ain't the loss you will be facing the beauty of life is that it's a one-way ticket the expectation you have now is the result of your disappointment then the disappointment you have now is the result of your expectation then the beauty of life is that it's a one-way ticket the beauty life is offering is full of variation and diversity so take a look around you and appreciate everything

A piccolo I try to befriend A drink I have been wondering A taste so new yet all so familiar A dose so small I crave for more You're the right amount of sweetness And bitterness I would like in a cup Enough to beguile and enchant Yet enough to soothe as a complementary How I wish you're incapable of running out But the more you tastes good The more I'm likely to suck the life out of you I hope you understand

to write is to read, to speak is to listen, to be loved is to love.