I’m the One

Try as I may

I could never display

How much I was betrayed

In such a way

That almost put me in a grave

But there’s things you can’t change

Like the way you behaved

The mountains you caved

The games that you played

The emotions you disarrayed

The haunting memories you made

You had all your plans laid

But I’m the one

I’m the one that paid

Alice

A punch to the gut
And a slap in the face
Each step that I can’t retrace
How did I get here
Living within fear
Caged in the chaos
Almost saw my life lost
But at what cost
I’m free to fly now
But sometimes still forget how
I can be brave and face the day
Or I can crumble and hideaway,
Maybe play with a stray
I didn’t lose my life
But I lost my balance
It’s like I’m in Wonderland
Please, call me Alice

Kyoko WP

Little girl

Little girl, little girl
Why do you cry?
You’re far too young to know such pain
But it’s all I see in your eyes
Little girl, little girl
You don’t have to tell me who or why
You don’t have to be okay
You just have to try

Little girl, little girl
I see the fear in your eyes
You need not be afraid
I will sing you lullabies
and hold you under the nights shade

Little girl, little girl,
Don’t grow so fast…
Sometimes the world
can feel chaotic,
hard to find your place
Take your time…
find your pace
Don’t lose your firefly,
dreams and wishes
Send them way up high
Do it your own way
Light up the sky

Little girl, little girl
Keep your chinup
Don’t cry
Inside every little girl,
Is a warrior… with fire in her eye

Kyoko WP

Keep my Heart Alive

Maybe I dance to the beat of my own drummer.. or
Maybe I am the drummer
Still looking for my beat
I feel it as it changes right under my feet

Maybe I sing to my own melody
Lost in the rhythm of life
And it’s swift changing keys
They can be sharp, haunting
Full of melancholy

I’m lost in the lyrics
that overstimulate my mind
But there are moments of clarity
Where the words just unwind
Those moments of solace
Happen time to time

Those are the times
That keep my heart alive

Kyoko W.P.

My Light

Maybe it’s not that my light
doesn’t shine bright enough
for others to care,
Maybe it’s that my light shines too bright;
hard to witness, to bear.
So the world throws its shade and its filters,
in forms of trauma and tragedy,
in attempts to dim or dull
my light capacity.
But I still glow and gleam in the dark…
Beaming dazzling light into the night sky,
like art

Kyoko WP