Dear melancholy,

It was hard seeing you,

Weighing deeply,

And break my heart into two.

In the past,

It was all shiny and gold,

But once you have been cast,

It all became so cold.

I sat there amidst it all,

Praying every night,

Wishing I won't fall,

Holding onto my brittle soul tight.

Yet I seem distant afar,

Going through these roller-coaster circles,

I fancy the glimmering stars,

Because it doesn't end up in my chronicle.

Unknown conflicts,

And rendezvous encounters,

My echoes of plights,

Made my soul a common prisoner.

I'm lost in the memory,

As it slipped away,

Leaving me in a solitary,

And colouring me gray.

One day,

As I hope for the better,

I wonder if that day may,

Make me wanna live a little bit longer.

This is my first post after a long time since I publish 'My Thinking Inside the Box' which I wrote when I was 15 and now I've entered the world of young adult and some of my perspective of the world has change. Some were good and some were bad as they had given me thousands of different experiences. Just thought of writing a new one and start fresh with my new poetry book which I hope you'll like it. Leave a like or a comment if you loved it. Thx xoxo Quinn.