At The End of The World

Separated from you for so long,
A love forbidden between us.
Although far apart, continuously I sing our song,
Our love forever true, there is no need to rush.

Through the clouds of the Heavens,
Through the lands and seas of Earth,
Through the fiery pits of fiery Hell,
We will find each other again.

No matter how long it takes,
No matter how far we are apart,
Through the difficult times and good,
We will always find each other, even past
The end of the world.

A New Rhythm

You're in my heart,
In its doors you appeared,
Moving forward,
Moving forward,
Moving forward inside.

Just say you want it,
Even if a wall appears,
I will climb it,
I will climb it,
I will climb it to reach inside.

I will wait for you,
In front of you in this new world,
A new rhythm.

Die

(No, I'm not emo. It's a piece I wrote for my Writer's Craft class with the theme of 'Death'.)

To die is different from what anyone supposed...
No one knows when he or she will die
What makes it hard to live are the fears;
The fears that stop us from during what we want,
What we want to accomplish...
It makes death all the more scary, more frightening.

Suppose we die now.
Do we have regrets?
Regrets of not being able to reach your goal?
Regrets of not taking advantage of those
once-in-a-lifetime opportunities?

To die is different from what anyone supposed...
Because to die has a different meaning for each person.

To die... is a mystery.

Kill For Perfection

Perfection is so overrated,
Just like how fashion can be outdated.
The stares, the calls that seem to allure;
The stumble, the falls that seem to amuse.

That perfection seems to be protecting you
From the invisible, daggered stares,
Nothing ever seems so fair.
You always have that absolute pair.
It attracts, it soothes, it protects, it moves.

I decided to take it into my own hands,
And make yourself more defined.
Did you know, sister, you look absolutely divine,
in that gorgeous red color.
I guess perfection couldn't protect you forever.

The eyes that bore at the back of my head,
I knew, disliked me from the start.
But I never expected my "perfection" to lead to my death,
and a knife right through my heart.

Goodbye

Goodbye to the times we shared;
the good, the bad, the fun and the boring.
Goodbye to the memories we made;
whether it was by ourselves, or with our friends.
Goodbye to the days we spent together;
those months in the rain and in the sun.
Goodbye.

I had no regrets, I promise you that.

Why am I leaving?
Sorry, but I just realized the truth.
And reality pulled me back.

You know what they say?
They say that opposites attract.
But what reality told me was that we were just too different.

I will not be selfish.
I will not tell you to change: to fit my needs
my wants
my likes
I don't want to change you.

I am sorry.
And goodbye.