When our bones are aching
And our bodies are tired
And we've said all that can be said
I'll roll over to your side of the bed
And hug you in utter silence
And give a sweet smile
As you envelope me in utter silence
Until we disappear into dust
And become lost in time
And our love story, a legend for generations to tell.

I thought by now you would begin to understand
That money is simply a paper,
Made by trees, nothing but a material
I thought my absence would begin to mean something to you
More than any materialistic thing

The value of money should not be worth more
Than the daughter you have raised for 19 years.
A few hundred dollars, easy to spend,
Easy to rip, but readily replaced by the same thing
My heart, so fragile but full of feelings,
Yet easy to rip as paper, but not easily replaced

Once I have gone, there is no coming back.
Like our moments, these moments, the things that make me happy
They cannot be taken back
Once a moment is gone, it is gone

So let me be happy in this life
Let me splurge in things that make me happy
Let me travel as I please
Let me do as I please

Let me..
Because you you do not even know me or my thoughts
You have focused too much on other unnecessary things
That you no longer realize or see that
Every day I struggle with life or death

At times I wonder a life with no life
Or maybe a dying one
Would you start to care?
Would you start to do all you can to make me happy?
Will money still matter more to you than I do?

Papa please tell me...
When will you begin to value your own daughter
More than this fleshly world?

I have thoughts of dying all the time.
I go through a constant battle with depression
I cry in the middle of the night
Because of the remarks you, along with others have made.

Let me rest from the pain
So please start to realize that I am slowly dying every second
This life I live can be taken at any moment
And most importantly that I am worth more
Than all you have valued in this life

We can only be who we are, and we are only just as strong as we choose to be. We can grow in strength, wisdom and love, but we need first to be willing to do so.

Love* is seeing imperfect things perfectly
Their flaws, which catches you,
Their smile, which means nothing to others but means a lot to you,
"Love is blind.", Indeed it is,
Turn-off's and on's isn't a big thing when you're in love,
Just the fact seeing them makes you happy,
makes you smile instantly
foul smells, unpleasant things or anything doesn't matter if you
really love them
I doubt people who says that they already have their true love
Where's the love there?
Love, because he/she looks good? 
Because he/she is rich?
Loving someone despite their flaws and issues is what we called true love
Added by trust, respect and faith are the perfect ingredients to achieve true love,
Just by accepting them in any imperfections that they have will mean a lot.

You see the beauty.
I see only questions
which need no answers.
I am at once
vulnerable and defiant.

You cut through the pretence
of the important trivial things.
The morning news
is enough to bring me down.

I sulk in bed, wondering
what is the point of getting up.
You make sure I find one every day.

You know the significance
of not taking my navel-gazing
too seriously.

And when I despair at the futility
of trying to fix the broken world,
you show me with your endless zeal
and unwavering hope
that just trying
can make all the difference.

I got frightened
By the movie's end
To where I screamed loud
It reached the cloud
Some parts where funny
It was kinda sunny
But most were scary
No signs of being merry
The fatality it had
Made me sad
Wishing I'd never go online
But I'd always whine

I was defeated when you stepped out the door but just know that I kept it open, hoping that you would turn around and enter again.