I chose to be happy
To smile with no regrets

I chose to be witty
To be valiant and not to hate

I chose to move
To turn and not to look back
again

but memories go  strong
as time choose to run
when yesterday now ends
I wipe to reminisce again

And there,
at the end of the day
I still choose
to cry
again.

You are the kindest girl I have met.
Your smile shines brighter than any stars
And if I could I would give you a million roses
And each one would definitely worth it.
You are coated in a petal of sweetness
And though every rose stands
You are a rose that stands out.
Pretty petals of a perfect pretty rose
is a metaphor that doesn't cover enough.
Your sense of humour is fantastic,
The things you say aren't sarcastic
It's humourous and adorable.
You are a precious little rose.

I wanted to hold her hand,
They were smooth,
And a little cream bland,
Her nails were pink,
Purple and all the colors,
One could think,
Her hand was like a flower,
Colorful and wavy,
I longed to take her hand in mine,
And just spend the time,
And when I greet her,
I kiss her hand,
Like an English gentleman!

My life
Is like
A mosaic.

Shattered pieces
Fit together,
In hopes
To look
Beautiful.

The sky and the sun have been acquainted for long,
Yet they bicker, fight and sometimes don't get along
But when nights inevitable vanish and stars gone
They stood by each others side as the sun in the sky.
Now one day the sky had the courage to speak his mind
The correct syntax and metaphors of what he could find
He said 'Sometimes, I love that you give me my colour,
That you show me all the hidden beauty to discover,
And you have always been like my lover'.

The sun beamed a radiant ray into the vast sky,
Eviscerating the clouds that kept the beautiful sky hidden,
Though the love between the sun and the sky is forbidden
So although their hearts and storms beat to the same rhythm
They were never meant to stay together with one another
So the sun, the sky, the warmth carried empty title of lovers.

I'm not much in number of years
But I have shed a number of tears.
People tell me 'spend less time with the heaven lit-
And surely one day that somehow you'll benefit'.
Days grow long
and nights carry on
But I resume my task of staring at the stars
In hopes that they don't venture on far
But I know truly,
No matter how far they go,
They will always be in my heart.