Every palette, and every shade of color, reminds me of your beautiful soul.

When he asked her what her favorite song is, she replied, "the rhythm of your heartbeat."

How beautiful the poetry is when it's written about you.

We were both flying high, reaching out to one another.
I felt our souls collide; we shook the skies like a rumble of thunder. The lights flickered, lightning struck.

I don’t know where I’m going. Whatever path i take, It seems like I’m going back and forth. There is no place to run, no place to seek shelter. My homeland is being bombarded. I'm stuck in the middle of a battlefield. The smoke fills the skies. I can hear the screams of the mothers loosing their children. Bomb after bomb blast echo across the landscape. They are so loud my ears are rending me deaf. My heart trembles. Bodies lay on the ground, some dead, some injured. Those injured are in need of help. Hatred has stained the hearts of many. I lay here, along with the rest of the civilians on the path way.
There's so many questions on my mind. Why is this happening to us? Why are innocent civilians being killed? Do I have to be rich and famous for my voice to be heard?
As the sun goes down, night falls. You can hear whispers of words from those who have been lost. Bodies lay on the ground and a stream of blood flows. Those injured become weaker and weaker, calling in need of help...
Life fades away.