Oh, smiley dream girl, you'll be my beloved
your mind will be filled
with my loving touches
and I will be enjoying your beauty
with my thirsty eyes
I will hide you with love in my heart!

I can't forget your first smiling face
how much weak was I on your eyes!
If you give me a little romance
then I will be melted into your heart!

My morning roses are just for your smile
I will give you the best of me
and fill your heart with happiness
tell me, when will you be my sweetheart?

My mothers in a holding pen before she dies.
Walls decorated with fake flowers
and pictures she doesn't see.
People in corridors in wheelchairs
where smells stagnant from old age permeant nostrils.
Where food severed under heading of meals barely healthy
is thrown on plates by aids trying to end their shift.

And me I see her through bars of her own fading mind.

My mother is living in an institution before she passes.
Waiting out the hours where memories are as distant
as a few and far between hug.
A place called a memory ward that fills her with medication
causing a bed time of 6PM.

And me I see her through invisible bars of an empty stare
and mouth that strains for words.

My mothers living in a old age holding pen before she
cashes in her chips and turns up toes.
A place that helps fill her day with old TV shows
watching with an unfocused eye and restless body.
An expensive place thats situated on tree lined street
she goes out not often.

And me I see her through door with bolted lock
that rings out reminding us both she's imprisoned.

My mothers living in a cell for the forgotten,
waiting for her life sentence of journey to end.
Where one can see inside her distant stare, she misses dad and her hearts wishes to be with him.
A place she's waiting for warden-like angels to free her
and guide her to roam in peace and freedom.
The home in stars where she can feel my love
and see her life legacy was well lived.

And me I just smile grateful for time left to say Mom “I love you,” forgetting all difference. Words I never know will be said for the last time to her longing ears.

I want you to express all things,
That always produces sound like a bell rings.
I want you to make an emblem,
And that is to write me a poem.

Write me a poem
About how you met me sudden
How your smile left me hangin'
Like I'm in a garden
Stunned with butterflies flyin'

Write me a poem
How we fought at 2 am
Leaving the house in burden
Like crying for a lost gem
Wishing that never happened.

Write me a poem
How you tried to make me smile
Just to forgive your crying eyes
Even if your effort takes a mile
You never said goodbye.

I want to hear your voice
That always produces melody
Even if to others it's a noise,
But for me it's an exquisite harmony.

Think of me
Like a precious gem,
And you'll see,
You can write me a poem.

Speechless, ignored, could
You even miss me at all
If I fell away?

If I drowned like my
Words that everyone doubted
And learned to neglect?

A silent heartbeat,
With the silence you put to
Everything I say?

I wish a friend would
Like my company, I just
Haven't found one yet-