Bread WinnerA lily flows with a cold breeze by itself. A woman eats breakfest alone; A sip of coffee, a bite of melancholy. She sits there staring back a smiling paper bag, And with a another breeze the paper bag is on another journey.
Make me SmileI wish these feelings would float awayLike the constant fading of music notesFrom ear to earSitting, Waiting, Wishing, and Listening;It's all I can do.I would tell you how I feel,But how can you understand what's coming from my heart,When all you hear is constant cries and constant screeching of liesI wish I had something concrete,But abstract is all I have.You want happiness;My laughMy SmileMy Sparkling eyesI just want you to enjoy the momentsThey may not last longBut they may continue.I want you to breatheI want you to careI want you here with meI just want you livingJust hold me tightAnd tell me you careBe my concreteand feelings to shareMy heart screams sometimes,Because you broke it once beforeI like myself, I really doJust trust meAnd maybe I'll trust you.Don't tell me you'll do thingsand not do it.Don't promise me you'll do thingsand not carry them out.Just promise me you like who I am.Just promise me we will do this hand in hand.Just promise
Wake-up CallI am nothing more than this motionless silhouette andMotion Sickness is erupting through my skull.As I observe spontaneous smilesHeart-warming kissesAnd optimistic laughterI can't help but question myself"Why do I wake up today?"Hours upon hours I lay in the bathtubPondering.Wondering.Empty.Hopeless.And then my answer appears out of darkness like it's always been standing there,Waiting for me to grasp it and never let go, just like you.Your quivering lip makes me weep.Your tear drop of sorrow is grasping your nose with fingertipsAnd all I can do is frantically try to obtain oxygen in my lungs, whimpering.Sentiment is our obstacle,She cavesHe cavesWe caveAnd being the hopeless pessimistic being I am,I feel nothing, but hope with you.
HowFighting, yelling, misconstrued.Passion words only chewed.Sometimes the wind is nothing, but blue.Constant fading won't let us choose.Your voice box is nothing but a leaky faucet now.The word you wrote on the sidewalk said, "How?"ExasperationYet love is our destinationConstant frustrationMy mind is depleting, yet still under laceration.And all that can be asked is How?