Fly high little angel

 Gold was given,

 A seed inside you growing.

 Little heartbeat imprinted in my soul,

 lost a part of me untold.

New year new you right?

 For me blur was all I seen,

how can this be happening?

what did I do wrong? 

holding on one last hope

I guess you had other plans,

my little miracle gone.

My love for you is still strong.


By : Mylene Martin



War of thoughts

Simply a little girl uncovering the world,

12 yrs old when starting to blossom.

but wait walls have been building…

Many Heroes in her life that’s what she thought

barring inside tying knots

Few messed up her trust

now an adult trust is no longer in view

wondering what could she possibly have done

a question that will never be solved

day by day night by night her strength is blossoming into what she never knew