I can’t write of hope. 
I can’t write of love.

But I can write of egomaniacal thirst and hunger.
I can write of prevailed disappointments and anger. 

But I don’t want to. 
I can’t write them. 

That’s why I can’t write. 

The cold breeze. 

The calm night. 

It would have been perfect with you right by my side,

Till the blankets and blankets of rays, only I’ve missed 

Till then. 

Filled up my cup,
With the poison I pick,
and it’s you.

Silly.
Your lord offered you the whole kingdom of His Majestic Seven Seas, but you keep begging for venomous drops from His servants.

A beautiful disaster 

A catastrophe filling fibers of butterflies underneath my skin 

Till the bottom rift of words I could hardly speak

Filling filled yet bare without ink

A disaster beautifully written

Only just for me, by Him. 

Your character is a subject matter,

On how your soul should never be sold,

To His creations that are even adorn in pearls,

For in this temporal world, 

Nothing lasts,

Except Your Creator’s Mercy and Love that is everlast. 

I wrote about how the sun and moon could have never met.

But My Lord just say, Be and it will be.

An eclipse of the heart it was, and still is. 

To You, I return.
In a state of despair and confusion,
For only You can understand
What the heart has in plan,
From the disappointments and accomplishments it has already attend.

But to You, I return.
Even if I’m caught,
In the midst of the world’s cause
For even if in my heart my sins mount,

To You, I will still return
To strive for a spot near your majestic heart’s crown,
Striving in answering Your call
For Your Mercy and love overwhelms the fall, 

And till then, 
I’ll always be lost and maybe then, found.

Just a bite of an apple won’t hurt 
Unless, it’s from a lover’s thirst
Green eyed as they are not first

For an apple’s sweetness may inversed,
Into a misery of a heart like Ms White’s curse. 

But just a bite, won’t hurt.

Right?

Here’s to the years I didn’t know,
An end to every poetry I ever wrote. 

For the next words are sold, 
At a price the heart was never told.