My hands are shaking;
I Can't seem to catch my breath.
Something inside me tells me this is okay;
That this is necessary for me.

She must hate me if she thinks this is okay,
Something so cruel, telling me "don't eat, you'll get fatter, no one will like you"

Food is my nightmare, food is my saviour.
I can't help but to deny myself from it though.
I might need help, but who will save me from myself?

This may sound cliche, but feeling fat is what I despise, I constantly am blaming myself for the feeling of "fat"

But, what is fat compared to health ?

So Intelligent,
So charming.
       Tell me how you've turned out to be so perfect.
Did your mother raise you right?
       Or did you just grow into the amazing person you are.
I remember the first kiss we shared,
you left me wanting more,
begging for more.

To this day your lips are burned into my memory.
I long for your lips again my Lion King.

Oh sweetie, you're growing older and wiser by the days,
       I'm so proud of you.
I miss you, and to be honest, I need you.
I need your voice, I need your warm, caring hugs.
         Kiss me again Lion King,
One last time.

As we see a star
It's from a past far
A view to space eternal
A mother universe maternal
Not to understand
Never to comprehend
As we journey across milky way
May we rejoice on the earth we stay

Its a rose with thorn
Yet flowers born
Saved by thorn

As sun rises at dawn
Lost love doth mourn
Heart pained and worn

Seek ye joy as today
Thorns be on the way
Destiny lived and survived today

Love doth live
Pain and pleasure to give

A sweet music of life
A song echoing love
A melody in happy moments
A thunder in times of pain
An end in silence
Lyrics of life
A melody or noise
Our heart beat

Things take time, but time takes things.. ~unknown*



When I was a child
I always wanted to grow up fast
But now, feels like I'm in the wild
Lost in the world so vast

Growing old, adding numbers to my life
Afraid to be an adult and it's strife
They say age brings wisdom
But I~ just getting dumb

I am moving
Yet I go nowhere
I do not know if I'm improving
Or if I'm off to somewhere

Turning 22 isn't a big deal
But why does it terrifies me?
The idea of life getting more real
Transition to adulthood I can not see

Maybe I'm not yet ready
of a bigger world and responsibilities
Because my feet aren't always steady
and unsure of my abilities

I was not innocent
and definitely not immature
But I always face an awkward predicament
Because my life, is constantly unsure

Yes, 22 is not young, but not too old enough
to have a clear mind and smart tongue
So I just have to shrug this feeling of rough
And enjoy the feeling of young

Age and time, we could not defy
So as life and its formula
Running out of time, is a big lie
And age is nothing but a numeral

Age and time, definitely
Does not define maturity, nor brings wisdom
And I couldn't tell much, technically
Because, as I've said, I still lack in wisdom