The people told me,

The rose is lovely
Forget the thorns

And expect the uncanny
Of love and lust

And your heart would venture
In the land of poems

But the ending is never
What's in your thoughts

Imagine me in a universe
Parallel to ours
Where our lovely hymns of disconnections
Is slowly lighting up

It carries the path to together
Tho it might be very rough
Our endings will behold the laughter
Of half-lit angels up above

The ones who wrote in their gold lines
Of our destiny as one
They will watch the magical unfolding
Of our eternal love

In a universe different than ours
I'll fall for you,
All the time


For you, painter of my life

it was in a closed room
where I tore apart the seal

from the brown envelope
that I recieved as a gift

it does not say where it came from
but it was wrote to me

I held on to it so tightly
as it served my sanity

A question, I want to ask a question
As I look up and scream the words out, eyes swelling up in tears
For the answers will be kept,
for forever I'd be deaf
The questions that came late
as the answer early left

Is my question worth it?
Is it worth the wait
I was a child of nature
I was a child of faith
Now I know how it is non-existent,
the hope I knew, that is
For now I know not of singing,
I know not of fame

All I want is to ask a question
as it scares me to death
I also would like to ask permission,
as I want to drown in tears
To let go of the emotion,
and get down on my knees
I stare up and beg for the fullfilment to take me back, lifeless.