They* sit there, week for week,
Surrounded by their own unique reek
That these people are breathing
When forgetting the mornings' heaving.
Surrounded by smoke
On which they do choke,
These people drag near,
Their deaths they do hear.
The thirst that they feel is raging,
Unquenchable, and it gets greater with aging.
These people drink and drink
Only to find that they don't float but sink.
These people, they, both one in the same,
Run from the good to play their good game.

i just want to fix you
to fix somebody

but i know what its like -
to be fixed
it can feel like you owe your person a lifetime of debt
because when you thought you had nothing left
someone comes in wearing their invisible red cape
and they swoop in and save you
without even trying
and sometimes

without even knowing you were broken in the first place

...
what's funny is
I always knew

Flame
Water
Mist
Mixing feelings
It's you I miss

Steam rises to its sun
Running home
From the ground.

The ground has cooled
Now the fire's gone
Leaving water in puddles
All alone.

Princess,
I hope you'll be so matured when you get this letter. Sweetheart, I love you so much. And I know it will be difficult for you to survive without me. But you've to accept the fact that I am no more in your life. Your mother left us in middle and now I am leaving you. But listen sweetie, this is the time when you need me. When you want me to advice you.
Do what your heart says, when you're on your way to your dream. Never turn back. Hopefully somewhere in the heaven I'll be happy seeing you happy.

Papa will miss you my princess.

Yours loving,
Father.

Grr