Warm tea made with
dusts of my compassion
Imperfect remedy made with
grimes of my lesion
I mend that tattered smiles
Kissed the agony goodbye
Hold she close, just to see
her despairing teary eyes
run dry.

Lured me in with your pride. With your intricacy,
obstinate twisted soul.
With perspicacity I’ve lost of words to describe.
Flawed pasts to revere.
With words like lullabies hum by angels
enchanting the divine.
With dark torch highlighting butterflies,
dancing to their death.
With exquisite tattoos of your past
provoking me in wandering
to the depth of thoughts.
With sympathy to the concealed
tears I shed to foster,
to veil, to contain
from revealing the mystical vulnerability.
With laughter tastes like sweet sour smell
of a child’s favourite blanket.
With benevolence,
I’ve longed to see.
With infatuation I thought had leave me,
divulging me, it’s not mine to possess.
Sayang, you came, you healed, you lured me in.