In the midst of the silence of the night
Lone soul awakes and tries to fight
Overly procovative thoughts that fright.
Vagabonds and ghosts from the past
Ever haunting the mind that’s aghast.
Yet the heart that has been outcast
Over the years, has learned to bypass.
Ubiquitous love overpowering fears at last!
That you have that fear
of perfection not even near,
and you’re just not good enough, dear–
It’ll haunt you throughout the year.
See that girl in the small black dress?
She’s seated alone drenched in stress,
without a date, she drinks in excess
only to find herself in so much mess.
canvas and brushes,
strokes and dashes.
from a girl who writes
comes this self-portrait’s
full of heartaches.
Clear and vacuum.
That’s how it is. Gloom!
Seated, sobbing. Over whom?
Him who makes my days bloom?
Seeing my new clean canvas,
I made a big fuss. Thus
I spent the whole day anxious
Thinking much about us.