she's thin as paper, delicate as prim's proper.
they dance with a tinge of openness and actualization;
they laugh like the loudest self-proclaimers...
while i'm diffused, unable to wallow my favorite fortune—
a chance to will, the love's potion.

i'm clucking my earbuds,
snoozing society's treaded way of "perfection".
people love, people be themselves
But only if attraction swings like the directions of a pole.

I'm merely an observant —
hungrily waiting, seemingly waiting for a fool's errand.
i envy, I prayed like crazy, i deluded to delusion;
but love's only for show to a reader . . .
who is dreaming as the main gaze.

he can't smile his eyes like the sounds of his awkward still pauses;
he can't hear the thud of my petty heart's engraving his bounty beauty.
and he certainly could not touch; a love's rush that burn like fireworks at the city-streets.
he would never dare . . . as he seeks to someone that can have babies.

the world is cruel, sometimes.
i could be a human of destitute,
or the man who committed murder.
but it did not allow me
to be someone, free to declare his devotion.

i'm taking out this earbuds,
to see how this society, belittles my worth.
if love is for everyone, why i can attain only half of it?
where's the world of us, allowing us to design our hearts?

only a kid believes they can spit a lovers deed.
i'm unbuttoned, like a doll with no one's property.
i wished to proclaim, a lifetime hearts of happiness.
and play the fire of dancing queens and queens with the kings and kings;
in a world where, you're not only thin and not only controlled by people's arrow.