by Chloe Looi
(Malaysia)
My life is full of beauty that seems to entice me,
To hold my life in my hands,
And to sing my life through me,
Finding the light is what's made me.
Her life is something that is made from gold,
She sits on green paper that is one of her own,
She lives in the spotlight brandishing her life,
Like as if it was her last or not her own.
His life was full of sorrow and desperation,
Beckoning what was left and he hides in the shadow,
Begging Death,
It shows that he did not seem so.
All these lives entwine,
Pocketing a life like no other,
What others say is not true,
Because we live everyday.