How could it be
I just didn't understand
How can someone
Stay so innocent
After seeing so much
How can someone
So seemingly nice
Contain so much hate
How can someone
with so much life
Die so silently
Life slipping through
My very fingertips
Me not acknowledging

I cherished our love
All through thick and thin
Through every single one of our quarrels
Yet you waved me away once
Then again and again and again
"*******" you screamed in my face
Before i even managed to forgive
The sting your slap left on my cheeks
As tears coursed down my face solemnly
But indifferently you just walked away
In that very instant my heart shattered
I felt broken into a million pieces
Like an unamendable piece of torn art work
These scars you left a memory of what we once were
Yet you don't see why i said so
Nor why not...

You never know what beauty holds
until you see it in little things
The soft curve of someone's chin
in a touch of your finger tips
The warmth of your blanket as it hugs
when you're missing another

You never know what beauty holds
until you see it in little things
A soft breeze blowing as you walk
through old and familiar streets
The touch of piano accompaniment
in the background of a nice song

You never know what beauty holds
until you see it in little things
So the next time you think you know
all the world has to offer
look for the beauty in the little things.

I am Monday
The sky on a rainy morning
I am the sea as it rumbles
The air as it trembles
I am the storm
And the calm
I am a mess
Catastrophe with eyes grayer
Than the smoke
Of the world that has burned down

We determine who we are
By what we do.
The choices we've made
Forever our own.
The flip switch we never saw
Is hidden in you.

Careless thoughts flowing
Like wind scrambled leaves
Our touch of authenticity
All that's needed to change gifts
Snowbeds neatly flattened
Our stiffly programmed minds
Albeit all the talent
Nothing good would reside
Why accept all this chaos
There's always a chance to perfect life