I just want to write
write and write
I can survive with only Nature
But let me just write
Listening to the coming sounds
of the melody of
the pigment that enhances
As I make this poem, tears run uncontrollably in my eyes.
For my cousin, who died of leukemia at a very young age of 14.
If I have one wish to be granted
I will not attend school
I will not do my assignments
I will not read boring modules
Wait for me. Not, wait, for me.
Wait for my stance about love
I thought that I was gonna be courageous
Enough to enter relationships
Before, she had a curly hair
She's kind so she won't give you
She wants to have a best friend
There's a world inside of me
That everybody doesn't see.
And this world is full of goodness
Contrast to where you might be.
A girl in all-pink walking
A girl in all-pink talking
A girl in all-pink eating
A girl in all-pink hurting
A girl in all-pink crying
But a girl in all-pink, dazzling
A boy in a pink t-shirt, bedazzled
by a girl in all-pink
A girl with a Pink Soul.