RYLEOPHIA

What color were the stars to begin with?
          	Who told the world that they were yellow glitters in the sky?
          	But what if it's colourless?
          	
          	If stars were colourless and we assume it has one, 
          	are we colourblind if we say our life is like a star?
          	
          	The world is just a empty canvas,
          	ready to be painted by an imaginative soul,
          	by your thoughts and feelings 
          	then I guess that's how the stars and beyond, 
          	sky and land become so colourful, because you're a colorful and bright lights along the darkness. 
          	
          	— kitzie

RYLEOPHIA

What color were the stars to begin with?
          Who told the world that they were yellow glitters in the sky?
          But what if it's colourless?
          
          If stars were colourless and we assume it has one, 
          are we colourblind if we say our life is like a star?
          
          The world is just a empty canvas,
          ready to be painted by an imaginative soul,
          by your thoughts and feelings 
          then I guess that's how the stars and beyond, 
          sky and land become so colourful, because you're a colorful and bright lights along the darkness. 
          
          — kitzie

RYLEOPHIA

If this is my last life, I thank you for being a part of it. Bound with gratitude and love, it is a blessing to live with you in this life. 
          
          And if it wasn't my last, I'm still thankful and hope we would meet again in another. 
          
          

RYLEOPHIA

sorry but I can't hold onto my feelings for you, it's not strong enough to hold onto anymore. 
          I used to fight for us but I don't think I couldn't keep this up with you. 
          My love is dead and my patience is wearing thin down the line. 
          I've lost interest in you, I don't think we could run the world together anymore 
          
          bakit ko ba pipilitin kung hindi na talaga kaya na mahalin ka?
          
          

RYLEOPHIA

In a whispering echo dawns the phantom heart by the breezing secrets of the wind as the rain drenched the sun's beaming light into a complete abyss. 
          
          How can I see myself in a foreign surrounding?
          A place once upon a home 
          now gone forevermore. 
          

RYLEOPHIA

"Stuck in the Black Cauldron" 
          
          
          No escape in sight 
          The walls hug in tighter 
          Coldness envelops around.
          
          I saw a star blazing 
          burning and relentless
          Stumble into a crack 
          Struggling to break free 
          but there's only nowhere.
          
          Fear contains my heart 
          Trapped by a cruel fate, 
          Seeking freedom and light.