I'll snap my fingers
to make you fall in love with me
1...2....3...
Did it work? no?
Probably you don't believe in me

You didn't snap your fingers
but I've fallen for you
no countings
it worked
because I believe

Maybe the lie detector's broken
as you said "yes"
to a question that indicates
you leaving
my heart felt the pain
despite your hand
was on the machine
maybe it's broken...
maybe....

You know
      you love her
when her calls
    feels like the sunrise
entering through your windows
       and her voice
is the alarm clock to your soul
      whenever you sleep
with an aching heart
    from missing her

Aren't we all human?
making problems out of solutions
Solutions turn to problems
Isn't it stressful to see?
It doesn't mean we were made by God's image we can play God as long as we want .
We tend to love the powerful for they show inspiration
We forgot to love ourselves just by making mistakes that are not strong enough to even shatter bones
We tremble in fear on things we do not know
Yet we risk everything for a *** of gold
Mistakes does not mean failure
Yet here we are counting them all

These days words **** people more
the sharpest tongue dominates
No matter the situation
It eats the victim more and more
Not killing in a single bullet
Yet let them sink in
of what weakness they possess
Turning words into deadly machines
It prisons the weak in a daily basis

She has imperfections
     her scars are too deep
for any man can dive.
    As you walk down the aisle,
your feet takes you closer to me
         your eyes signal the words
                     "I do"
        before you can even speak
and yours lips
    holding the most beautiful vows
That's the time I knew
             This is for a lifetime

I can't love you , my hands are not ready to hold a stranger
     Millions of possibilities yet only one can save us both
         As beautiful as a rose there's no reason to remove your roots
   As quiet as night yet your voice echoes my head

Id rather have purple knuckles than a Purple Heart
No more games of love you can't even win

Don't compare me to the streets in your way...  
       I don't let others walk on a path
    that's only for one ..

    I'm not like you  |  I am not a deadman's house
              Where people only come to your door just to be entertained.
                         .I'm better.
               Better than you,but still
        you bring out what's best

in me...

As the call ended
So did we
Between our phones
Not only the connection broke
But also the hearts,
that were connected as well

If falling in love with you means selling my soul
I'd pack my bags with snacks,
take a cab,
give a big tip and a high five,
walk gracefully
as I knock on your door
and bringing everything that I have
to offer it all for you

How long has it been
      my other half?
Time molded you more
     than God,
turning into something
        far beyond my reach.
As I walked through
The plains of Eden,
   in a search to find you,
only to discover a pen and paper
         for me to write about you.

Before,
I only take is a one bottle of whiskey,
one enough that cripples the sound
of the doubts that's playing your mind
every **** day,
that one bottle pierce the edges
  where you thought that bullet
is impenetrable
to your hard skin for love
only to discover metaphors that hide around blank shots
that keep you from your sanity

There's nothing more beautiful
than a woman showing love to everyone
          But I curse thy self for believing
       I was special

As a man like me hated the world while my fist are the keys to my door and everything that is locked

I loved you
    Darling I loveD you ...

Hold me in your arms
     Til my broken pieces
             Merge into something
Worth your love
      
Since God made us in His image
   you were made in divine soil
While I was formed in clay
           And you can mold me
To the best man
                 You wanted me to be

I never asked you to be sweeter
Than your donuts
Or be like sugar
that takes away the bitter taste of coffee

I just want to feel loved by you..

but for now,
I'll sugarcoat my feelings
by saying
"There's nothing wrong sweetie"

I'll  pour my love in your cup
and let it spill
knowing you'll do the same

For how useless it is to offer a glass that they can never fill

When the one who loves you
will never be afraid to go empty

You taught me
   that love is pure
when the present
    Doesn't hate you from your past
         instead waters you
to grow better in the future.

    To my beloved wife,
the strings of our fate
   have become one
We will journey this life together
       facing other demons
while taming ours.
         I'll love you better
for you molded me to be the best
             and for that...
     I offer you my remaining days

Waking up beautiful
in a cozy bed
of comfort promises
you were finally covered
with blankets as thick as the love
he gave you
warmth and felt like arms
that tuck you to sleep
on a rainy day
and as you close your eyes
the last thing you'll ever hear
is a whisper that reaches
through the deepest
of your trauma
only to find out
you are loved.

How is good is it
if the mind is your enemy
and the whispers started to fade,
  you'll hear a voice
      that echoes through your mind
reaches the fondest of memories
  only to be reminded that you
               are
                   loved.

For am I a piece of pencil
destined to be attached to an eraser
as I scribble promises
through the thin paper heart of yours.

Constant erasure leads to tearing
now I know how painful it is
to be a canvas to every sin
a shed of paper from a notebook
  since the promises I made came back
and the eraser has willingly given up

I write our stories like it's the last
carry every metaphor to permanent
for you stay in this ******* moment

Lying in my room
   wondering what's missing,

   those brown eyes that matches the color of my coffee,
  my soft blanket that felt like your embrace
  or the alarm clock where I'm pretty sure it was your voice that
         woke me up 30 minutes ago

Sometimes "I miss you"
means
     every item in my room
remembers a piece of you
   waiting for you
to come back

She comes home late,
the fragrance on her clothes seems different,
like a warm heat that had been rubbed
to a surface I dared not to believe
  and when she kissed me on the cheek
I prayed her lips was wet for
drinking the beverage I had offered her.

Regret has swallowed me whole,
   begged the mirror to break the silence,
what more do I lack?
Was the promise for eternity not enough
  or I wasn't as great as the lover I used to be in the past?

Each doubt made me weak, knowing on another's arms she was given plenty
and everytime she comes home late
  I hope she'll see
through my eyes a man
broken over a truth
I neglected to see

You're like the sunrise
     the one that shines my yesterday's mistakes
         for me to see a new solution

You're like the sunset
      As the sun rests itself on the sea
in your arms I found my peace
   and the hands that will hold
my future

You're like the moon
      In waves of spectacular moments of being in love
        I was pulled by your gravity
and drowned by your healing waters

No matter what the skies offer me
     I thank God more
      for having the brightest woman
to light up my life

I know your hands are full,
   all of the empty promises
with mouthful of lies
and broken ribs
  that been beaten by men
because you taught your heart
       to make it beat their name.
.
.
There's a free room
and it's there
between your fingers
that only need
a strong soul
and a grip that can endure
the remaining years

It takes 1 kiss
   for the two of us
to say those three words
    that holds us for a lifetime.
At 5 Am we watched the sunrise
    I told you six of my fears
you said I was your 7th
   so you couldn't stand an 8th
you told me I was a benign one
and that I drop you off at 10
   cause 11pm doesn't exist on your father's clock

It's miserable to see

that a man can dress clean and proper
  only to hide the storm
that fills his heart
while the tie is the only thing
he can fix

and the white sleeves cover the scars
that hides thousands of battles
so he can wear the suit and tie
once more

Your hands cramp
from holding too much promises,
for holding on to a love
that stays like an ice sculpture
and the heart will shatter
as you witness a love
that you once held
turns to something
your eyes make
whenever you cry

Sway me as the drink numbs my knees
the way you hold, the demons that she tamed
in perfect motion,
in every rhythm she carries me
a dance worth recording.

Finally, my woman
my every piece of new beginnings.

Id go back to the first moment
   Where your eyes shined brighter
When your lips curls up everytime
        you called my name

When your hands never grew tired
      holding mine
        As Cigarettes were my yesterday's comfort habit ,
     I got addicted to you more.

     I used to think love tasted sweeter
      the longer you stay
  
This time I need that time machine
        to get another taste .

For I shed a tear
   everytime you're near
           I get goosebumps
        and butterflies in my stomach
whenever your feet chose my
        arms as the destination
I shed a tear
        in times we argue
             through dire situations
my tears will tell
          how I fear losing you
I shed a tear
           for thanking God
having to spend my life
       with you
              in times like this
where you can't tell who's fake
         My tears will always tell
          How I love you dear

Imagine not having you by my side
missing
50 summers
200 coffee dates
500 movie marathons
1000 sleepless nights
and 2000000 I love you's

All of this can be rounded up
but it'll never sum up
the misery I have to endure
that constantly aches every moment
as the clocks ticks further
to my last minute,
getting to spend an eternity without you
and will forever be dreaming of a lifetime
that it didn't end.

My pen will never go empty
that means the moment I entered your life,
    I can fill the pages on the chapters I entered in your story
and let no ink be wasted
even when I'm left handed.

I'll carefully use metaphors
and give it to you like flowers,
to offer you humanity
instead of things
that can only last a day,
  just to let you know
your love is my ink
  and my pen
can never go empty

A swift hit onto a plain wall
is far better
than an aching heart
that felt what the eyes have seen

My hands have a purpose
but it's far more fragile
than the love it holds

I'll break both
for I have grown numb,
Yet my eyes are waterfalls
that I need to put a dam
for you to not see the tears

I pray
  for that day
where my pillow
is no longer a substitute
for the other side of my bed
and only to wake up
with a dead arm
for holding you tightly.

Silence is a broken  man's curse
  He would rather hear voices
than be surrounded with a blank noise
   feasting on every memory
   he succumbs to a deep slumber
        being drowned by his thoughts
                   shackled by pain
                        not hearing anything
         but only a soft ring on his ears
             and a shattering heart
                            to endure

how do I leave a memory behind?
How can I be remembered by future generations to come?
This life, like an action series,
without bullets and a good plot,
A protagonist of a selfless drama
consisting of bad luck as an excuse
And love as a silver lining of hope
for a life that's worth not being remembered.

but alas it hit me
A way to mark your life story
a fallen man to be remembered
So, how?
"Be kind to those who deserve ,
be wise to apply a lesson and
provide wisdom for those who listen
and guard your trust not theirs."
A crowd can only notice a glance of your presence
but a small circle appreciates every bit of action
that will forever be put to heart every intentions
and that
can let them remember
not only your name
but a story of how you've risen
to become a good man

"Your misery reeks trauma"
Worries the woman whom I loved dear,
I have heard countless swears,
shamelessly endured the beating of a woman,
bargained with my own emotions,
only to let this void in me rest
and set free the being that hungers purity.

The man inside the void is a boy,
a reckless one that loved too much
his kindness leave heart prints on whoever it attracts
and when that time comes
that his heart was next in line to be molded once again through pain,

there goes back the void of a broken man,
who's only desire is to be loved
and to be taken away
from the disaster he fights
every heartache at a time.