(un)happy

Most of the kids
Afraid of the sound of the thunder
I was frightened of my father's voice

Most of the kids
Yearn for a pack of crayons for their birthdays
All I've ever wished for was the love from my mother

Most of the kids
Amused themselves on the playground on their spare times
I filled my free times with inexhaustible clashes and bawls with my sister

And now the rain is pouring
The shower is trickling
And the tears are falling

Ten years later
And I haven't got all that I've ever wanted in life
All I gained are calamities and gloom

Dissever

The nights are unfilled
No more late night chats
No more lullabies
No more counting stars

It is just me
Forlorn
Melancholy

Though you went away
Your scent stays
The memories of you stay
The space next to me remains empty

It is just me,
The tears,
And the quietude.