"i like it noisy", she says, "just so my insecurities couldn't take control"
her eyes were brown but they are blue
she wipes off her tears with Monday boozes
peeking on him leaving the chair, putting on a hat that covers his gold-like hair
and he enshrines
he is not perfect but still too good to be true
to be hers or to be anyone else's
she feels so little when they are close
her feelings are as weak as a pocket-sized ego and as strong as a dark-night tornado that makes her keep saying "No"
they were both hurt she could tell
because love once blossomed is love that hurts like hell
as his silhouette starts fading away
she couldn't help but wishing that he stays
- by HaYu