Author: Fangjie

Your eyes tell a story of distrust,
A critical look of disgust.
Your silhouette a message of fear,
Every step I take you are near.

Your actions tell a story of disbelief,
Your hands craft the way to the cliff.
Every dubious look a way to kill,
Keeping it in is hard to deal.

Your mouthed words strike me hard,
Nonexistent chances and glass shards.
You took your leave in fleets of steps,
I took mine in shimmering sweat.

You probably will not believe me,
Someday I will be amazing.
Your aura the shape of a spear,
I’ll be the impenetrable in my tears.

There are times I wondered what ever made us be,
Why the state of “we”.
Why the moons and stars shone up high,
The taste of sugary wine.

There are times I wondered at the night wind,
Why caress my hair and then leave.
Why treat everyone differently,
Then turn your back and flee.

There are times I gazed into your eyes,
Finding myself a truth in me.
You let me through your window,
I promise I’ll safekeep the key.

There are times a touch is too far apart,
A kiss travels ten thousand seas.
I’ll never forget the night we stayed up talking,
1am come closer to me.

There was a time when I lost it all,
Crystal clear eyes saw the fall.
There was a time I couldn’t see,
Thought I was being who I needed to be.

You were an angel from heaven above,
Downcast the light from deep within.
All my darkest pits and sorrows,
You took them and wore my sins.

There was a time I fell hard,
The devil I aimed for missed the catch.
There was a time I was scarred,
Ugliness wrote itself all over me.

You were the peace from deep within,
Whispering to me the calm seas.
Washed up like a beautiful pearl,
You taught me how to start again.

Beauty is like language,
Different people different tongues.
Beauty is a perspective,
Different tastes different forms.

Beauty comes in shapes and sizes,
Preferably a combination of it all.
Beauty is a global desire,
Sometimes we lose it all.

Beauty comes in different forms,
Some better and some forgone.
Beauty is a myth untold,
You don’t see it until it unfolds.

Beauty is a complex thing,
Sometimes it is hard to see.
Don’t look too hard –
You might miss what you want to see.

I wished people would care more, more about the little things that people don’t usually take into account. The little things that seem so insignificant but may mean the whole world to someone you are unaware of.

I wished people would spare a thought more for others, for the little pieces of hearts shattered all over the floor caused in a moment of hasty carelessness, for the heated waterfall threatening to roll out of one’s eyes to wet their eyelashes.

I wished people would be more selfless, for all the pains inflicted on others and you said never mind because it doesn’t concern you, for all the tears shed behind your back that you would never know.

I wished people would redefine the definitions of small and big, for all the world cares about is the ‘big and important’ things that the ‘small and trivial’ things are neglected, sometimes causing more harm than they can ever imagine.

Above all, I wished people would be more careful with their words, for the daggers they put through other people’s fragile hearts only to be taken as a joke. I wished people would be more sparing with their words, for the wrath of a mean comment should never be underestimated.

But that’ll never happen, will it?

Everyone still thinks they’re too superior, don’t they?