We are lost love ~
Beneath years of expectation and doubt ~
Struggling against the rubble with the hope to stand strong again  ~
Days drift into night and I am weary from collecting moments without you ~
Hold tight onto my hand ~
We will lift these rocks and allow the sun to penetrate the darkness ~
We will see each other's eyes for the first time again ~
We will let go of old habits ~
And start our path anew ~
We are lost love ~
But together we'll find our way ~

Copyright © Tia Jane Fajardo

People who fight
their battles alone
either lose the battle
or lose themselves.

You are the sun to my earth, my first prize.

We may die today or tomorrow.
Truly hope not.
Much more in this world to begat.

Every morning as we rise in springtime our garden paths are lined with daffodils in blazing yellow and clumps of purple crocuses.
They creep out from their underground network of roots and bulbs,
Heads bathing in the sun.
Surviving for a number of years.

The evergreen scented trees and redwood tall as skyscrapers of sky, may live longer than you and I.

All I can say is carpe diem.
Breathe in that air.
Have fun and smile.
Yesterday may have been your last.
Make the best of what life holds for you.
Party on.
Have a blast.
A blast full of scent and petals, they sit upon your beautiful head.
Live long and prosper.
Longer than a butterfly.
(C) LIVVI

Time is fleeting.
You can recreate a moment
But you can never get it back.
It will elude you forever
Even in your memories.
I think that's how you know you
Love someone.
While you'd love to live those special Moments again,
To revel in those magic feelings,
You're content with knowing there are so many
Moments together
You still have to live.
It's exciting when you think about life that way.
It's a collection of little things,
Little pieces that make the whole You
And it's different for every person.
I'm happy you're the person
I can spend my collection of little things with.

It’s the middle of the night, and I can’t sleep
My dreams are haunted with your painful weeps
I get out of bed; the floor is cold and dry
No sign of tears from your sad blue eyes
I shrug on a coat, though it’s warm outside
Enough to make me think that the flood has dried
But no, the waters are still knee-deep
Reminding me again of your woeful weeps
It follows me everywhere, or so it seems
In reality and in long dark dreams
But then with a jolt, I sat up in bed
Still feeling the remnants of the lingering dread
I dreamt of waking up so many times before
So is this a dream? I’m not very sure
I’m not going to risk it, so I’ll just lie here
Whether it be for a day or a hundred years
And I might be a coward, but I just can’t bear
To think about you in pain and despair
But if this is reality, and you’re okay
Then you’re better off without me anyway

Beauty is real when it starts with your mind,
Set your mind to accept what you see in the mirror,
To love and to embrace it,
Its you,
Its the only place in which you live,
Clean it up,
Take good care of it
Love it.

Be friendly to all,
Rich or poor,
Saints or sinners,
Lovers or haters,
Because we all need love.