With that enlarged captain’s hat
And those fingers replaced with a hook;
That hair equivalent to a samurai’s,
In colour of pink, the wind blew into it.

That underlying regret in that
Evil, obscene smirk.
Looking over the grotesque scene
With such undeniable pain.

That smile was soon wavering, wavering;
Your pink samurai hair entangled,
Covering your forlorn eyes soon about to water,
But you couldn’t.

I’m a pirate but I’m weak.
I was never strong, elite; powerful.
That bitter wind walked pass my figure,
With a facade so weak; I shall still fight.


The sky is blue even though it has rained,
I know you love even though you have strayed.
Because love goes on; like how life does,
and you can never stop it even if you cried tons.
You would never cast away the very emotion
for it would bring you torments beyond devastation.