Truth

You know it’s too late

So you have to make

Something great

Is it really for me?

Or for your sanity

Is it really for me?

Or for your family

Is it really for me?

Or for you to be happy

Just answer me!

Oh! I forgot

You’re too busy

For this

Stranger

I don’t want to disturb

Your perfect life

Your perfect wife

I don’t want to destroy

Your beautiful sight

Your beautiful light

I don’t want to kill

Your fountain of youth

Your fountain of growth

Because who am I to you?

Maybe a stranger

Who’s writing a poem for you

Once upon a time

Goldilocks and Snow White are roaming around

There’s the big bad wolf, watching without a sound

Gathering daffodils and berries

That the big bad wolf offer to carry

Both are startled but accepted the offer

The big bad wolf lead the way without a cower

They walked, walked and walked

While the big bad wolf talked, talked and talked

Until they reach the end

The big bad wolf had to pretend

Goldilocks didn’t care while Snow White was scared

The big bad wolf had a poisoned apple

“Maybe Snow White can have a sample?”

So Snow White took it

And the big bad wolf smiled with a lit

this means goodbye

I was paralyzed like a streek

Did you hear me weep?

All I want is to protect you

But I think you don’t want that too

Can you explain

Why did you changed?

Is it really wrong?

I don’t think I’m that strong

Acceptance is hard

Like running a yard

Tell me the truth

Please, don’t be rude

I’m in deep pain

But you still add a gain

I don’t know what to do

So I’ll just move-on without you

Wonder

How can I get enough of you?

When I know it will be over soon

How can an emotional wreck love you?

When all she can do is hurt you

How can I please you?

When there is nothing I can do

How can you love me like this?

When you deserve more than this

Damsel in distress

My father is building a fortress

For the damsel in distress

It’s not my mother

But for the damsel in distress

It has brick walls and high stairs

Just for the damsel in distress

It was ever perfect and sleek

For the damsel in distress

The only thing left is me

Whom the damsel in distress, fully disagrees

My father believes what she sees

Because she is the damsel in distress

I was pushed off to flee

And that made the damsel in distress, delight with glee