It was you
No.
It was this feeling of insecurity, afraid of what was going to be,
like a veil of clouds emerge from the red line of sky and hid the earth from a strain of light.
How I wish this would not happen, for every heart that bleeds, it kills me,
I am but a man,
who afraid of his own demons and doubtful of his own ability, I am what God made me,
an ugly toad who wishes that he would not be found, for he rather be a toad than an ugly man full of dark past.
He was that ugly man.
But love always prevails, and it f inds this ugly toad,
giving him hope to become who he always wanted to be, free of doubt,
a king who have no pride of becoming one, humble,
and can turn a mountain upside down when he wishes to do it for his love.
But now he is not that king, nor is he able to turn a mountain upside down. A toad will always going to be a toad, and I do not need a kiss,
just throw me into a pond and let me swim away from you,
but I swear, if your bleeding is cause by others,
then I would swim like hell to you, do what an ugly toad can do, or at least die trying.
Dear Princess,
your grace had made me swear, so that only death will do me pain. Only death.
And so my dream, may it swims to you, heals you like a milk, sweet like honeycomb to taste.
