A Gloomy New Year

She looked up to the sky,

Blazing fireworks dancing gradually.

People cheer all over the night.

Strolling around with their big smile.

Though, she felt something strange.

Years by years, there's no difference.

Her missing piece might be gone,

Forever. (Ns)

She got Chained

She got chained, a golden chain.

Locked up in a crystal cage.

Tight enough,

to make she squeal.

Titivate she, with peony.

Paint her nail toe in red—shiny.

Craving bags of cotton candy,

to conceal her bravery.

Is venture a brand new cookie?

Does ardent mean steady?

Ask she, curiously.

Alas, the miserable young lady.

Dear God, heaven!

Exclaimed I, how pure she is!

Glancing at her, feels so serene.

Yet, her escapade just too abyss.

Mom and Dad, never let she,

explore the world looks so risky.

Treated like bambini,

‘cause she, the one and only. (Ns)

Under the Linen

The stomen— is a pollen,

Was brought by the dove.

Under the gleam that was swollen.

Smear to the lenten rose.

It was she, holding the hand of Ren,

Stuffed under linen.

Cold, numb, and pale.

Hands were tucked in one chain,

That the key was swallowed by the sea.

The time was stopped by the God Almighty,

For him to be free.

His home was locked, his soul is unleashed. (Ns)

Truth

The wind was rustling,

Whispering a sad song.

The heart was trembling,

Weakening all the senses.

It was the saddest truth,

Though better than all the lies. (Ns)