Why though

Funny people

Scared

Destiny

Original

Mirror please

Forget

Cold air

The cold air
Brushes her cheek
Sending a tiny chill
Down her spine
A slight shiver
Tries to escape
As she’s trying to sustain
Again and again

Changes

Right now
Both silence and noise
They mean the same….

Free myself

The language we speak
These masks we keep
I don’t want to see this
I want to free myself
To the point of no return