Trust shouldn't be our problem.
Because Love is not love without Trust.

a heart is made up of muscles,
to pump blood and keep us alive.
But, why does it hurt when someone leave us?
'cause in our mind,
we made an imaginary heart.
Like cinderella's shoes made of glass.
When we try to fit someone inside,
who is not meant for that place
it gets broken.

I bought a lot of lamps,
Rubbing them until a genie comes.
I bought a carpet,
Hoping it will fly away,
And bring me to Aladin.
But, nothing happens.
Its just me and the bugs that keeps biting me.
Well, at least this little creature,
Finds home while I'm in despair.

I can feel His love
Because He said "I love you"
I can feel His care
Because He said "I care for you"

I can feel His joy
Because He said "I'm happy for you"
I can feel His presence
Because He said "I'm here for you"

I can feel His comfort
Because He said "release your pain and cry to me"
I can feel His healing
Because He said "I can heal your wounded heart"

isn't it odd
how we can know
human nature
well enough
to write poems
that move others
to tears
yet must hear
the words of others
to cry
alone
.

My bed was my bestfriend,
That's what I thought.
But, no. I am wrong.
It's laziness that's always with me,
Ever since I met my bed.

There are 10 kinds of people in this world,
and binary accounts for them all.

They're happy and sad.
They're ones and zeros.
Villains and heroes.
Villains, yet not all bad.
Despite everything life decides to hurl;
Despite every brick ball of fear
Through the stained glass windows of their minds,
Through it all, they survive.
They're angry and glad.
They're happy and sad.

And in their duality, they're still smiling there
at your sharp hasty words
at your venomous hurt
that you wish so desperately they, too, shared.