Give Me Flowers

When the heart is still beating, not a single flower bouquet is receive.

When the heart is no longer beating, many flower bouquet is on the grave.

When the heart is still beating, not a single person care.

When the heart is no longer beating, people show up at the funeral.

Not just one, but many. Families. High school mates. College friends. Teachers.

Instead, give me flowers, when I am still here

As the flowers, brings a smile to my ear.

I cannot assure you that I will be there to see the flowers on my grave.

So instead, give me flowers, when I am still here.

- Misa D.

Salt on the Wound

 

 

Living under the oppression of a dysfunctional bull crap

Where the truth is hidden and the lies unwrap

There are eyes on the wall, and ears on the door

If you dare to speak up, there will be world war

Your misery is your fault, like salt sprinkle on your wounds

Your scars are permanent, and your heart beats without a tune

People only look at you from the outside, but they don't read your feelings

Are all humans like that? Judging the book without reading

They skim the book, as if they knew all the facts

But what do they know? Nothing, but just bull crap

- Misa D.