a little

When I was little
I think about love just a little
I look at boys just a little
And nothing more than that

When I grew a little
I think about boys more not little
I look forward to falling in love more not little
I knew there’s more to that

I’m not yet grown up, just a little
I don’t think about boys but one, more than a little
And I think I know love more than when I was little
And I wish there’s more to that

growing old

The dotted lines in a coloring book
As a child you Trace and look
Careful not to break the chain
Eager for achievement to obtain

Lost in the bustling huge city
Ignorant to the world’s cruelty
You start to question how and why
You Trace your way as you start to cry

The lines on your face are evident
Trace of joy, fear and lonesome event
The mirror shall be the true picture
Of a meaningful past but not the future

naked truth

The life you lead in entirety

Hidden in thick cloak of variety

 

Frightened to show a tinge of emotion

Can’t be Exposed even to a portion

 

Hurt and anguish kept in concealment

Long after the result of torment

 

Bottle up all hatred and regret

Pretending one day, soon to forget

 

On the death bed it will be known

All is Exposed beyond the unknown

 

Stripped of both shame and valor

Lying quiet in eternal stupor

how to deal

I cast my fear aside

I wish for a slower tide

Hoping I can handle the stride

Refusing to drown and collide

 

Life has thrown me lemons

Haunted by all my demons

I intended to build a fearsome beacon

For in time I will soar like falcon

 

Desperation lead to more frustration

Feels so alone amidst the commotion

Doomed in the precipice of confusion

Counting the days for absolution

 

It does get Better if not worse

I just had to stay atop my horse

Face this trouble with might and force

And keep the hope burning of course