Trust no one, not even yourself,
Trust not your deceitful heart,
Neither trust your confused mind,
Especially with others,
Do not trust your anger at all times,
For words cut deeper than wounds
Both sides might hurt and never return.

She was there, he was there.
They were almost there.
Not until the night crumbled.
Blurred with the pouring rain.

She is still there, but he wasn't.
He was gone, left her breathless.
But she is still there.
In the cloudy night, waiting the wind swallow her souls.
She hope it can make her feel better.
But in the end, she will always be there.

Waiting, all she can do is waiting.
It doesn't matter how hurt it is.
Doesn't matter if she can't feel her legs anymore.
Doesn't matter how far it is.

Under these stars, she waits.
She waits for him to comeback.
To feel his warmth again.
To hear his jokes.
To hear his heartbeat.
To make sure he is still alive.
Even though she knows, he is no longer there for her.

But she will always be there.

this heart, my heart,
beats in poetry
because it doesn’t know
how else to beat,
because it doesn’t know
how else to feel,
because it doesn’t know
how to let out everything i keep inside.
this heart beats in poetry
for you,
for me.

It was all so new
Like the shine on shoes
When I was with you

And it was hard to contain
All of the pain
I felt inside my brain

But I did

So when we came
To this new game
I was almost ashamed

And you surprised me
When you didn't flee
And tried to love me

But it wasn't enough

Pain seeped out
And sent confusion about
I felt so lonely in my drought

I shoved it aside
To look out side
Myself and tried

But it wasn't enough

Were you dying
While I was crying
From this drying?

True meanings lead astray
And I'll continue to pray
Each and everyday

But is it enough?