In lovely solemn
Bird cage, song birds brightly plumed:
Gems on ring fingers.

I wrote a poem into the wind
Improvisational melody
And promptly forgot it
I think the wind kept it

"promises are meant to be broken"
it is not meant to be broken
it has BEEN broken

it has been broken because you weren't honest
it has been broken, because you didn't cared
didn't care enough to fulfill it
don't you know how that's really unfair?

People make excuses for the promises they cant keep
so they decided to blame it on fate
when really, they're the ones who we have to hate

promises aren't meant to be broken
we aren't suppose to forget
because someone out there is waiting...is hoping for it...
so....




promises are meant to be kept...

Our days roll away like dropped coins.
Individual moments are continually lost,
Often never to be reflected upon again.
But the epochs of a full life remain,
Safeguarded by the cushions of our couch,
Waiting for when we are in need of a treat.

where should I hide
my love.

while I'm dying for
you to notice me,

you said that it
better to be kept
inside

rather ruin the beauty
of what it is now.

Tank of green
Liquid steam
Bubbles rise
Growing wise.

All this pain
That I feel
There's no gain
From this deal.

Wired tubes
Sticking out
Glowing cubes
Left no doubt.

As my heart kept losing over my brain,
I am rather more tempted to feign.
To act as if i do not feel much,
Though sometimes i long for your touch.

But be still, my dear.
Through time you'll finally hear.
For these words to which my lips are sealed,
Are feelings need not stay forever concealed.