She had the mind of a demon,
the heart of a lover,
the eyes of a sailor,
and the mouth of a poet.

I write in permanet ink
because mistakes are real
in the moment
and I don't want to lose that feel,
that reality.

And what's the point?
What can I really do about anything?
I'm officially broken
But I have to pretend I'm full.
My cage is my own trechrous mind
and my cries are drowned out In the rambles around me.
I am insignificant.
I am unimportant.
I am nothing.

(S.R)

Sometimes, you are stuck in the past, thinking what could have been. But the best thing to do is, pick up the pieces, put them back together and move on. Because a finished puzzle is more clear than one left undone.

But baby, those were the days..
back when self-expression was not a lesson
And shying was not because of lying

Oh baby, I miss those days
       With you
              With love
                     With hope and vanity

Baby, let's go back, just you and me
        Together
              Forever
                   Oh, I see... It's just not meant to be


Baby, my darling,
        Please
              Please
                    Please

Without you there's just nothing to see,
         To feel
              To love
                   To be

Baby, I need you    
            I love you
                 I JUST WANT TO BE FREE.
                                     Crying

                             Loving

                    Ending
Free.

And I have loved you
since the beginning of time
And I will love you
until the end of my time
to the end of all time
and **beyond

But in the end
what unites us is not
the menacing sins of the past
but the braving hope
for the future