It's Just illusions

Days were more of an illusionary enigma

uncertain of the haft-anticipated moment

to see you standing at the door

smiling

stop this heart from missing,

so that the agony won't resurrect

and the hemorrhage would come to a halt;

no more anguish, no more desolation and melancholy.

but I thrive in pain's seclusion

because it would be more soothing

to feel that way,to never understand

Why things are what they seem.

Let me give you breath,

so I can celebrate in the pounding of your heart.

Let me give you voice,

so I can hear you speak.

Let me give you life,

So I can see your colors once more.

Let me bathe into the wisp of sunshine you bring,

so that my childhood will forever play.

In your arms that once hold such frailty.

Let me snatch your soul

From the eternity you now dwell in.

Let me embrace you, Daddy

So I can cry freely...

So I can tell you how this longing kills me...