You see,
the verified skylines were actually stories,
and something you've messed up actually taught,
your solid tantrum was a piece from your heart,
holding on from the loves you have missed,
how growing up bid you a farewell,
from all the things you've grown with.
You see,
I miss the solemn faith I had,
for the wishing stars and superheroes in movies,
through that small snow globe,
stood a chance against this cruel world,
many times they have failed me,
yet my superstition never died.
I see,
of all the everything that went missing,
I don't look for them anymore in the dumpsters or at the backstreets,
and instead, I went to look for the things that I never had,
supermodel bodies,fair skin and glamorous fashion,
I guess pride have really outgrown myself,
I learnt losing what I don't need to lose,
I learnt to wear something I shouldn't wear,
seeking for what they called perfection,
and in the end, I lost one real thing,
myself
