If a poem was like scrabble
I would surely lose
With many letters to pick
But no words to choose  

A seven letter word doesn't sum up what I feel
All the points I rack up is not what I need  

Scrabble is game where everyone can play
A game of words, a game to slay
But not for me...

Seven letter words are not enough for me  
To form the words I want to say  

The patterns on, a scrabble board is what you ever see
Ever changing, ever ending, ever feeling
the emotions of me

I shall pray for you the universe, so that you may have the stars tomorrow

As you have the stars today, I pray that you be one too
And that  you bring warmth to those around you
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I wander around endlessly, as a way to stumble upon meaning accidentally  
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I dream't of a past person, in future tense  
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Reach for the moon for if you fall you fall among the stars  
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I wonder why we wish to grow up?
How goes the world at your end?  
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When it rains, the world cries with me
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The world can burn, but it can burn on Monday

My heart caged, until you came along
Your beautiful face unlocked the door
Your smile threw open the door
And your laugh made it jump right out

It was your words, that encouraged it to spread it wings
Testing it, until sometime, with confidence... it took off

It flew, and flew
Until the moon, the stars, the galaxy and the universe was possible to reach... that its red wings could touch them
But it was your very words that struck it back down

You clipped it wings, and so it headed for an emergency landing
Pity, it never reached the moon
For the saying will never apply
"I love you to the moon and back"

On side note, the human heart has enough beats in a life time to reach the moon and back
Any higher, then i would have loved you for the rest of my life

Shame it never reached
For the farthest it every got was two months
Or 33,000ft
Cruising altitude of a commercial jet

Now with no where to go
Back to the cage it is
However, having tasted the air and freedom of flight

It flutters, it beats within its cage
Hard work for the mind
As it tries to quiet it
To heal it

Someday's, its movement, brings with it momentum
And so those days, I live my life like drunkard
Swaying to the movement of the heart
Although I am sober, I am fighting to keep balance

No, I have a more reformed view
A more realistic approach...

End of the day, no one is perfect for you
Pure, simple, a life fact, a done deal

But when your with someone
Of course you ain't perfect, but to them you are

With the work and effort  
You become perfect for them

What is pain without love and vice versa?
How can you tell if something is sweet without first knowing what sour is?