Lilies

Everytime I pull myself up
You come knocking with lilies
I peep through the keyhole
And I know how I love it

I'd been longing for flowers
you sell the best ones too
I abstain opening the doors
For I'd stopped buying from you

The last time you traded
roses full of thorns
Has still got me bruises
From things I still adorn

Yet I open the door
End up buying those lilies
Through my bleeding hand
Creeps in the willies

Words Hurt & Words Heal

 I have too many shits to give already
I don’t intend to give no more
Gone is the time when every little critique
Pricked me right to the core

I burn in fumes for a second
It pinches as it should
Yet I don’t let myself succumb to it
I save my fuel for the good

I remember the time I’d waste
Over guilts, mind at war
I rather be calm than impulsive
I know it’s not worth anymore

I’m trying to overlook harsh words
When it haunts back too loud
I put them in a poem
Someday I’d read out aloud

I know there’s no ill intention
But words are powerful my friend
They cut through and heal
They're everything you do or don’t intend