This World's Fairytales

Yeah in this world there's no wicked power.
No colorful magic nor fiendish beast.
Only talents and abilities that created us.

And did you noticed 'me'?
When you closed with other you lose this abilities
You wrote, you sang, you play, only when you're lonely
Hoping you won't feel lonely when it's done

And did you remember 'me'?
When you promised to never do what you wanted to do
To love, to share, to laugh with others
Knowing you'll feel lonely when it's done for

Then said what did you thought about this words:
Void, time, space, life, season, death and matter
Don't deny the fact that you're feeling
lonely, nostalgic, missing, solemn and tears

Making another self
To ensure you won't miss their smiles
When they didn't miss yours

Oh will you choose your so called 'power'
The talent, the abilities
Or choose the 'happiness'
The tears, the loneliness

A Letter for Myself

Dear me
If you haven't realized what you were blessed with
Than hear the voices around you saying:

"You have an extraordinary white skin"
"A nicely carved fingers that dance"
"And a pair of deep brown eyes"
"With a light built which never gain weight"
"Deep within a marvelous brain to use"
"And a beautiful face even if you're a boy"

Dear me
I do realized what I was blessed with
But I hear the voice from my heart saying

"A white skin you often scratch"
"A finger, used only for typing and nothing else"
"A pair of eyes, broken and wear these glasses"
"And a light build that never used for playing"
"A brain that soaked with lack of study time"
"And a face that rarely smile a true smile"

So tell me "me"
Is having this body is a bliss
Or the 'bliss' have come to the wrong body