The End: Her Everyday Death

in a coffeeshop, I sit
waiting for my miracle
a mind that could wonder
or a pen that can take a turn
maybe a friend,
who can share his end

the memory of a nightmare

I lost once in a glare
but it comes back to remind
that it's the reason I'm tied

'I wanna die'

was my everyday lie
the kind of hope
that my happiness grope
a crazy fantasy
just beside reality
an end for most
my beginning of lifeful dose

as the sunshine’s by day

I was startled by a new way
why gave something new
to a soul out of clue
her eyes want to see no light
but awaits the beauty of the dawn at night

I waited for the river to flow

I ended up with verses in my row
under the sky
I dreamed of birds to fly
but like my wings, I hide
they just disappeared and died

in my lonely hours
there are souls who answer
a mourn of regret
and embrace the vanity in debt
they are there in her darkest
never missed her happiest
and when she's about to fall
as she meets everyone's downfall
there they are on call
before a tear in her eye forestall