She deeply sighs; torn dreams
broken promises and nothing but
disappointment in her eyes

It's not sadness nor loneliness
numbness from the void of euphoria she repress

cold emptiness to be filled
I'm sick of being at chill
I want some thrill

He bought her a daffodil from the 7th street
walking downtown rushing to get home
the front porch was filled with the smell of smoked meat

He put the freshly bought flower on the side
where the other kinds sat still and look nice
they prepared the table and sat aswell
dinner at front yard was their shenanigan

Little did they know; the daffodil notices them
a happy couple without any problem
the flower grew while they took care of it
with love and attention like it's a kid

Few years has gone by
the couple often held serious fights
their front yard looked dull and dry
the daffodil felt sad but kept on blooming bright

She left him and flew away
He stayed with the daffodil and water them everyday
but one day he left; just like the girl he loved left home
the daffodil felt lonely, but kept on growing as it stand alone

This vacant warmth
I ******* hate it

I think I lapsed and missed my own funeral
Shrugged and felt my head roll off
But did nothing

Because what’s the point, anyway?
What’s the ******* point?

a thousand pinpricks of light
sunbeams dissolved in concentrated words and memories
gaps in teeth and blanks in speech
salty waves and flushed cheeks
your aura is the most beautiful

i've ever seen.