not the last

the last day
the last hour

i hope u can lie to me

nobody can actually hear you screaming inside
the number of beats
the strength of each beat
refrain from allowing the impossibilities
and all thats left
turns to dusts and scars

in less than 24hours
deadline is up
im sure i'll fail
yet
im going to behave
just like nothing was necessary

im sorry

dont want

no gift is the best gift

cos u either dont know wad u want
or u dont get wad u want

thanks

and

in a blink of eyes
you realised its the 20th time

where only if

flowers dont wilt

chocolates dont melt

balloon dont deflate

message dont fade

some just dont get it

its not the dinner
its not the flowers
its not the diamond ring

wads needed are just your words

my turn

we recognise days where we were unlucky, unfortunate.
but never ever identify days where we were lucky.
thats why.

the moment of

stop it

tightening as much.
closing as much.
switching off as much.
standing on as much.

so much that oscars is outweighing morality
so much that grey is dominating
so much that everything is made up in air
so much that its turning cold
going deeper burying under
when nothing is real

keeping all breathless