Things I want the most, never really found me.
I've been hazy for too long, never really understood how.
Actually almost on the rope.
but there's this beautiful star that fills up the empty void
I've been feeling all these years. The bare feeling of life.

These things usually pass by, like red light district.
Please don't take me back to the start.

I can't write
I actually physically can't
OK
OK how about, something with flowers
Not like that's been done 1000000000 times
I swear to god anymore similes and I will

punch

my

own

esophagus

This is terrible
OK ummm
Fish tanks?
Fish tanks aren't all that poetic
I can't think of anything
I think I'm dried up
Like an empty...
Fish tank
******
Wait a minute
What if I just write something about
Not knowing what to write
That would be easy
It also explains why this *****
******

On the dark expressway
I am once again found and reborn
Who was once was in an attic
Trying to enjoy
The space beneath the floor
Oh how little joy
Can be revived by such a walk
With the woman in black
And the sweat dripping
On my face
Is never a disgust to her.  

How im blinded by the city lights
How the cars passing through
Are a glaring vision
How the red beams from the taillights
Feels like a dream,
Yet i am here
You're here
Everything feels like gravity

"Breathe for love tomorrow,
cause there's no hope for today"

These words got me,
when I went up your room
and you were crying
I tried to mumble my words
to a comforting state
it's all I can do
I'm sorry for that,
I don't know the pain you're going through
right now
but I want you to know
if you want to leave
where the grass is greener
where the light is brighter
Its okay.

She's a woman who's red-blooded
A woman with a strong heart
Who still believes in love
Even if you don't

But,
I believe she'll be
The same woman
I met at 3 during 5
Where she was sitting
On a comfortable bench
And was so ravishing.
The same woman
Who eats icecream
And still crave for some.

I'm not even done,
She's the only exception
In my chapter
Hope is a dangerous thing,
But I hope
She'll be in the next book.

I hear voices
and I'm awaken.
Haunted by this earth
where I'm creepin'

convinced that I am
no longer
and I'm just another
spec of dust, in your world
but you make me want to live
you make me see
the stars that didn't shine
but you know
I'll try

And I have thought about writing about you

but here I go
my thoughts goes out to you

as waking up was a trouble to me, I seem to find perfection with your perfect morning message
as a smile was faking its action,
as a frown was truly formed
even after I have left you
you're here
to
stay.
I am deeply terrified of all things
even though there have been times I wanted to tell you
in overwhelming moments, but I can't stop loving you anymore
no matter
how painful
it gets.