There is a friend I would like you to meet,
her smile haven't always been appreciated for
it's imperfections.
You said, life is about judging a flower and breaking its leaf,
something new will come out of it. You said,
life is about not depending on others but more depending on yourself,
not letting others controlling your mind.
That girl forgott her imperfections,
is her perfections.
She left this world many years ago,
saying, she missed something within her.
Time couldn't reveal it.
Inside a comfort place now, you can visit her.
Where hearts are made high up,
and fear are made low.
Where no one can contact her for dissatisfaction.
She said, it was for safety reasons she left.
Unknowingly, knowing, there was never a time for her to blossom.
She was wrong.
She tried to reach out to you.
Sending irregular sad-happy holiday letters.
No name on them.
You thought she was being funny.
Never would she dare to believe it got delivered.
She was wrong again.
You misunderstood her, get fatigued on her soreness.
You said it was useful to,
shut her out,
cut her wings of,
use her as a weapon.
You know deep in she is still there after all.
Waiting patiently for love to return to her.
Waiting for you to return.
You asked her; have you forgotten your name?