It is the process of revealing oneself through which one can understand their infirmities and their powerless nature. Successful people will always build their lives around others. Because they are people who want to hear what they want to hear. But, being rich doesn't mean you automatically subjugate yourselves to the weaker philosophy and opinion of the crowd.

But, when we realize that we are different from the rest, therein lies our uniformity. In that clarity, you can see that your life is a search for individual truth. What is being unique?

Instead of a truth that is of cosmic proportions, we find ourselves in an abyss.

A child akin to his parents will think of how he can model himself. Notwithstanding, the parentage of a child becomes a vital factor in the moral upbringing of children. But, a child should be allowed to lead a life among the forests, oceans, and leaves rustling languidly. Thus, pursuing an education in the caprice of the divine and the grace of Earth.

That grace is not available in strictness of the cane, but it flows in the wings of birds.

Instead of forcing conformity on an infant, the perfect mother should propose that a child chose a path. They will react to the stimuli present in schoolyards, playgrounds, social gatherings. Later, a child explores a form of conscious intelligence. Here are places where children feel pressured to excel and become self-aware. But, that self-awareness comes from how close a child is to his parents. A child will never model his behavior to his parents unless he loves one of them more than the other. In other words, he respects one parent the more. It is enough for his subconscious to devise a manner in which he finds a partner similar to the parent he loves. But, the sole burden of pleasing the parent he respects forces him to model himself to the parent he respects.

In some ways, the partner a man chooses is someone he can never be. Free in the ways of the world, one with nature. In short, a child at heart.

This individual is made up of his prejudices, influences, and his little world of interests. Yet, instead of following the footsteps of the kinder parent, he replicates the behavior of the domineering figure of the house. A child's mind is made up from the moment he is born.

Miscommunication is a bigger
Cause for broken friendships
Than malice

There's a fire burning inside
A crimson, blue, and yellow light
It shines in my heart
Brushes my canvas with art

It is filled with pain
That spreads faster than the violent rain
Deep blue spreads across the bruises
Reddest hues mark the grooves

It is the colored canvas of my soul

I have bought things
Wanted things
But not as much as this entity
Called publicity

I have sold things
Relinquished things
But not as much as this entity
Called authenticity

Why do you think you're funny
When you're being stupid
And childishness is genius and so is a recovery of will

You are a coat of many colors
A picture of different frames
You capture life in its essence
But, when winter comes
You'll be my coat and cane
Your kisses will be the summer
That I still desire to this day

Is it better to love or to die
To be free or drown in the light
I am okay with being kind

Time slips and we get ******
And the sand slips away
From underneath my broken legs

I know the waters take me
My love will grow old
And no one will notice my emaciated body

The sun will set on me
And I will finally be hungry for living
I have dissolved into the sea

When hope stirs your soul
Keeping writing the words
In that turbulence
That makes your acquaintances
Bearable
And your friends
Closer, cuddling next you
And the best friends
Sit next to you and
Talk about you
Memories
Slip under the skin
Like musical sheets full of
Musical scales
With a key
You can play the melody

For future foresight
You need philosophy
For short term analysis
You need mathematics
As he future being an object of fear in our premise
We base our notions on falsities
Perhaps, we fear the truth
Or we fear what the truth is behind all the mumbo jumbo
Understanding these things
We can say that from our roles as human beings
To accept the truth
Is to create the story of our lives
Unedited, original and unforgiving to the real version
Let us write our own life in water colors
Let us paint the sky with our skin
The skin will be tainted with golden fire
And our life will be a mere reflection of the heights of achievement
Let us embody our work, as poets

How sweet it is to be
Next to the blue bayou on wheels of fire
I need someone to understand vices and goodness
Next, remember to stop before I start
Before we hear the news of the love left us
Shores and touching the skies where heaven lies
Tragedy struck when the love left a stated mess
I want to stop, and thank you sometimes
"Here is where love tried, but, died."
For this cold ****** chest, clinging warmly
It should have happened exactly this way
Like children in a dream healing us with innocence
Love is what know from being with you
I know love, it is because you stay
And you keep lessening you're in front of the Lord
You never call the Lord's name in vain just like my mother
Sketches of Spain lay beside the train like new toys red and white
Come love the cherished ones, healing us with your forks
Forked lightning on midnight summer's, spoons are enough to feed the light to the darkness
I hope the moon clings to us, waning little and little
Growing up too on blue bayou

The moon is beautiful and the skies are glimmering sadly
The stars are scintillating and our eyes are blinded by them
We don't see the sickness of obsession
Only the goodness of perseverance persists
The oceans are clearing view, clearing the foggy sight, for the ships
The mermaids have stopped breathing out the mist
Our love is no longer felt in sighs but in letters and trinkets

Well, I wake up
To the morning with dogs
Around my socks
Your mom is breaking the window locks

To let out the monkey from the zoo
In the afternoon
They are replacing it with a parrot that talks

So it doesn't fly out of here too
Come into my house
Ask for a flaming hot pie
The kitchen will delight the animals
You ask,"Who else lives here too?"

Keeping my sheets neatly folded
Near my bedside

My bedside
Stashed with sheets of washed up people

My sheets laundered to perfection
To hide the bleeding soul

The bleeding soul takes the pinot purple by surprise
With burgundy like a great wine

Sheets of *** come up in the touched texture
Of festive fruity notes of the earthen healing of brown silken sheets

Where his wine-like aroma lies
An where my innocence dies in mature mauve

Like sprightly spring and autumn's boredom
We are two lovers, different from another
Cold as cold is, the old man holds a sneeze in
With war around, vulnerable people wash their sins

A snowflake sits on the roof, melting overhead
The sun shimmering, as cleansing as an ablution
Underneath two crystal gazers cover the grass
Warmth to warmth, ashen leaves and stalk

Thistle to thicket, the birch covers the sun, a gas giant
Her eyes encompass all as eagles perched atop everyone
Grey with age, blue, gelid like ice, looking for some silver
The mountains echo her eternal reflection that disturb the conifers

Floating on the water
Fleeting sense of balance
Fleeing life
To bring peace to my life

No time for crying
I am dusty as a clock
I keep looking ahead
To playing our broken records

The rains come in buckets
She rests her head on my denims
On an empty street as open as the ocean
The sunset keeps chasing us

But what tomorrow brings
That the autumn leaf turns
And winter's worry plagues me
If summer is dead, what is change, life, love

keeping the shadows
off the sky
the moon dies
alive on their side

I've never done this before
However, I find myself writing
More and more
About flowers
Flowers that I never adored
Maybe because I'm not a kid anymore
Because I've been in love before

Teenage years
Red ears
Cause of the scolding
He hears
Down in tears
Drowning
Ignorant of his fears
Blissfully illiterate
Among his peers

You kept me out
Of the scenery
Of living
with strangers
Since I was a stranger to myself
In the garden of bougainvilleas
And Begonias
Which shouldn't have been
Together
But, my lover
You kept them at peace
With each other
Like touching the mimosa
Never felt safer

Meanwhile,
The skies are awake
My thoughts are asleep
They predicted a rainy day
The clouds seem too pale and white
To leak
Looks like it is gonna be sunny
Really sunny
But if i were to judge the weather
I might start by waking up a little earlier
The earlier the better
Because I have a ominous feeling that I missed the rain
I guess I'll have to check the streets
And look at the windowpanes

Step by step, tyranny
Tease me rough without laches
At least don't leave me in your protean arms, dissembled in activism
In my forged memoir of your laughing, your kauch killing me not
My katzenjammer can handle your astute Aesop's words and wanton
A lullaby to remember, an anxious feeling?
Pick me up at the open-sesame street
Lacunae, propitious, wasted by the remonstration and impertinence
This is my land of thought full of moral desert, in confidence
I am Tyler Durden's wasted brother in arms by namesake

Of the road that had been left in haste
I was glad that my soul stayed the course
As the winter and my speeches never would
I never had been frost-bit by cold stares
O', the heat of glares unnerved me weary
I was hardly visible amidst trying times
The climes brought the dreary snow and many crucibles

It was the fire that melted the flakes
I distinguished myself from fakes
I know all that quakes
In my soul that takes less
As it gives away to the lakes
Of warm water as summer finally comes

The love you give is indeed bright
The sun thou est speak tonight
Cusps of the moon had a velleity towards illumination
Saying, c'est la vie, that's life
Of the boughs of beauty simply unbroken
By words of another world unspoken
The light of a thousand years
Brighten my sunshine morning that evokes the dawn
The darndest thing I remember is the moonlight
Of a thousand silver foxes approaching
In this folklore, we call eternal love

If you believe
In yourself
Flip a coin

Stay out of jail
If it says heads
You're dead

If it says tails
You have made it
You made bail

Flip the coin again
Because the world don't give chances to cons
Jail is safe

You could be crushed
Or create something groundbreaking
I stand by my word, I move the Earth

The more
I walk away from
You, my soul stretches
Thin like a cadence
The more
I walk away from
You, the depth of oceans
Reveals the emptiness
The more
I walk away from
You, I find my shadow striding
Beside me as I leave the light

In the skies
The osprey doesn't turn
Neither towards living or dead
It floats on sleeping wings
Arriving in dreamy nights

Nocturne and pianists
Remind me of the intimate Chopin
I hide from in old age's tepid waters
Like a terrapin
With its ragged claws and cold raw heart

If your lips were redder
Than apples rudded by autumn
I would rather simply bite the dust
As memory may turn to dust twice

Violence has no end
Tis' better this way without vice
Not a murmur of a prayer to restore
I have closed my arms
Around the firmament of the sky, before

You are a part of this di scion
A fallacious stride hurts your articulus genu
Genuinely sore wa tsumete wa, kokoro ko nanda demo natte
Genus and class doughnut matter when you're in the dorsal shadow
Underclassmen stifled by the pernicious tsuakata kumorobi do
Flying on swift imagination, rare as imaginary folklore
I wish I could fly and soar

Looking through the rain
I saw the skies cloudier
Rather than grey
Guess I was wearing sunglasses

Nite owls on fragile twigs
A sparrow on the edge of a flowering branch
A crimson rose bush in full bloom
You notice this

Your laugh
Your hair
Your kiss
I will remember this

In the middle of the night Mary called me
She told me something scary
She told me children were crying on the telly
I switched the ***** on and saw them happy as they can be
I asked what was happening and why
She told me when the President says good bye
To the military literally
This I didn’t believe really
I told her if I feel teased
Then you aren’t one of the saints Mary
And Jesus is a member of Judas Priest
She told me to be wary of my tongue
And dismissed my humour as rogue
I told her with her predictions you’re gonna land on the cover of Vogue
Making yourself obsure and vague in your rage
This isn’t the age
Takes a real calling
Shines like the crystal chandelier on the ceiling
You might think you’re healing
But to me you’re just appealing
What about the programmes that are getting repealed
I gonna get your glass onion peeled
And your dreams sealed in
To keep the world screaming from sin
But you should have reserved the musical act
For a redact of your Biblical tact
The Rolling Stones have lost their sheen
And Pop made Lennon pretty mean
You’re old and ironically it’ll take you time to understand what you’ve seen
And how the relationship between God and Jesus had been
Because the humans suffer war
From religion and logic kept afar
Time has found a way heal
But you have help find a way to stop the rogue wheel
Of cruelty and vain realty
To save us from the Bible’s promise of eternity
Because you and me believe in reality
What will happen will happen
As ties deepen
As the tears keep seeping
Through the walls keeping us interminably apart
So please let the dying ideals peacefully depart
And keep away the evil respite
And help us unite

At the beggar's banquet
There are two kinds of worker bees
One in the blows of the breathless insects
With pollen for keeping, and the food they cannot respect
But, the honey lingers like the sweet
The lingering smell
Of the dew
Of a thousand years kept in a hidden hive
Imaginatively, the prey to the work was just canonical
And I worked really hard for my canines
And the square of that lines up with the 6 sides of a cell
Of nine lives
Like a cat curious enough to shake the hornet's nest, three times

Wondering where the streets
Walk through the night
Lost on a freeway
I hope the journey is right
I think this must be a lane along a sign
Hidden by the starlight and rain
Volleying my car through the road
I can't sleep with being uncertain
The cold moon is lost in translation
That shade of paleness touches me too
As I wander under the stellar sky
Three times, I text you,"I don't know.'
There won't be a fourth one
Since, your heart is printed in my heart
Like today being the backdrop for tomorrow's anticipation
My feet hardly leave your doorstep
My mind turns and turrets
Lost in translation
I wonder what splits the night
Into dreams and nightmares
Is it being lost in translation?
...love is a daydream I sleep on

Life on the farm
Is for the strong of heart
Who can find new and verdant green patches
Of grass even when the soil is parched
It is for those optimistic in mind
Who expect the caprice of rain
Even when it is a scintillating day
Where the sun has barely been away
It is for the experienced in body
Who can find that hint of moisture in the air
Without a sight or sound of something GRAY
And tell from there cattle's awkward gait
That it's time to lead them to their hay
Or become coyote carcass-bait

I getting for the world, ready of the droll
The time-traveling honors never flowed

The feet on your flannel and the drink's in a smiling cup
Of seminal poetry, and the frisky stations that keep your cuckoo rockin'

In my present state of mind in the frame of the dogma
The dogs of the militants and edicts of the enemy
Listing your killings like the million operations
Like a speck of dust in the billions

The thousands waste and die and roll in the deep
Making my feet crawl in underwood for the dance
In the floor of the stop and the eighteen run-outs
And drive-ins could n't the flops and shows that sheet curled

Of the bar that was dry, saying this will be the day that I bite
Look if this ***** won't feel
Like the records on the old store shelf, reading these books is like music

The feelings so unusual, and the years are so beautiful
Will you get older with the seams on your face which smile when
Being at the broken edges seems right, I just about cut enough about

How cute you look when you are mine, in this plasticine face
Pinch of dust and light as leaves and the weather
Light as a feather, the discord, and the beat goes on
On a dethrones, the kings of their station of kings so cross

Turning around a creamy ******, coming *******
With a hot fever and this unusual day will be when I die
Living beyond my dignity, and the price and the rights I print
According to my name, to fund it in vain and funnel it out
Of luck and stunted growth and the shortness has got me in the breath

Underground in a mining town
All he needed was some light to see
He was accustomed to the supernatural darkness and low-visibility
No stranger to the dark
He had never seen the light

He was simply akin to his mining work
His father did not like his bright son working
Raging in a madhouse, he never saw his son again
Fathers lose their son to disease, and sons lose their fathers to dull madness

Underground in a mining town
It was always dark and many hadn't stopped dealing slaves
Sunlight was scarce, and he wiped his eyebrow sweat
The boy's shadow never saw the light of day
It was always scared and the brave boy never saw his spirited shadow again
Until he came out only for midnight-schooling and cheap women in neon streets

He was simply akin to his mother
If someone had told him to stop digging, it was her
It was his shadow, that took after his father
The boy hated his own shadow, a solitary light flickered in the coal mine
Not a shadow in sight

I am in love
With my loving
Someone with the love of the world
Seems like love's a silly word in the yellow snow

Laid sprawling in the sheets
Broken and beaten like the leaves
Under the foot of a tree
I never gave up

Tied to the fences
Like a scarecrow amidst the storm
Hung like a conjured cloud
Overhead: addiction

Rehab was a broken place
I needed a place to rest
So, I slept off the drugs
And got up the next day sober

Sunshine, daisies, tulips kept waiting
Hugs, kisses, and girls were promises
I only wanted my life back
It lay behind the gate that stayed shut

Rehab was a broken place
I needed to live my life
So, I forgot the drugs
I sleep off life's problems, brighter tomorrow

The city lights look beautiful today
The setting seems right
That this very day
I would meet my nemesis
On these last hours of

My arrival has been expected
I'm a stranger to myself
I'm your worst nightmare
I am your lucid dream

Seizing the city lights by their electricity
I'm the light of your days
I live within those shadows you avoid
I live in the souls devoid
I am today

The one your terrible fears turned into reality
I'm the work that you do
I'm the food you eat
I'm on your mind all time
Even when I'm away from all this talk of pennies and dimes

The city lights break evenly
I'm your motivation
Why are you so scared of me dear
I'm right there beside thee
Beside your hurried motion

Hiding in the scenery
Because time is an illusion
You can be in the look for better things
Friends leave you
Enemies make you their pre-occupation

But, when the curtain calls
There is no one answer
Because you worked in the theatre
And my worst rival didn't have a job
I gave him mine

Today
I prayed for the enemy
I hope he is better for everybody
You know why
Because if he were me
If he knew the love we shared

The kisses that I lost
The love and the lust
Your affection
My nostalgia
You were the love I once

My lost love
How does the light of the sunshine
Rest on those beautiful shoulders under the pale pallor of pleasant Pulchritude
I found my bliss amongst the stars of solitude
Solitude is a dear devotion
It enraptures a crowd
It needs a loud rabble
A commotion
To make it more pleasant

I love silence
For it can drive out my inner desires
For company
My friends
My girlfriends
Come from the same bookends
Bookmarks which we call destiny
As old conversation of the curtain on the cusp of her miens
She stares outside the window shyly
Her name lovely as the summer breeze
She feels her nerves pulsating
Letting lips quiver slightly
Her lover touches her *****
Slyly caressing his neck against her chin
His shin rather pleasant placed against her skin
He takes his pants off
Kisses her while she laughs
Her gelid calm brings a look of icy green
This Greecian God is gonna live forever
His princess is gonna love him
For his good nature
THoughts remain supple
******* remain a whisper
Her spirited ride against his saddle
She often straddles him with her bare buttocks
Safe to say they've had large assets for the sensuous love-making
This is a scene of serenity
For most with a love for dignity
He gently comes
As love whispers
"I love you"
Love was my enemy

This isolated corner under the trees
Which is meant for strangers
From all walks of life
I've been here, collecting the leaves

Usually, I watch from the window
Today, it's raining
On a tree, a bird is singing
The rain stops to let it ring in the fields

This bird has flown
As it flutters miles, miles into the sun
Touching the skies and tip-toeing in clouds
Like hands outstretched into freedom

After every dark night
My mind is imprisoned
By its cold gates
Until I run to the fields and watch the birds

I see her standing on the beach
There's a place for the two of us
There's no reach
It will get better
With the two of us
If the syllables stick there's some strength in your character
Strong as an independent woman I've ever known
It can be cooler than
Any rap you're reading out to a woman
THere's a no place better than home
Why don't you take it back to my place?
We'll drink beer and sit in the shade
Drink a Tequila and may not even think of going into the physics
Uff we'll never meet.

She curled up her fingers
In mine
Read my mind
My heart screamed

Thence, to rise and to shine
Shining Shoes like the boy who dreams to shine guitars
With a box full of things, that I don't even know
What they were meant for, a semblance of freedom
Or some kind of splendid intertwining of these circumstances
My preceding circumstances could be less like my inhibitions
This is the house I always come back among old and missing things
Like a sold case for lost typewriter
These screenplays are written on borrowed time

I come in thy lassos of the sky
Really, is time an object and my preferences are lying about
I am pensive near the fire that I so desire
The attention I aspire for, and the friends I'm grateful for
I gratuitously ingratiating my missing pleasures
The road was taken, and some freed were less
Lost by the surrounding *******, I made haste
Landing upon a metaphorical desert
I was forced to look at ways to leave this road for dated people
Who reminded what it felt like to in the fast life
Theoretically and tersely, I make debate about things I understand
I have hopes and dreams
Being humble is one of them, but, I cannot think of any reasons
To be arrogant, but, you bring out the best in me
And make haste leaving me in my hate and agonizing feeling
I preeminent and imminently expectant of the recesses of sextants tanks that thing in this ziggy stardust
You were once a roll-roll star, you lived by your words
But, they reminded of how you never thought you were an artist
Until someone proves you wrong about your ideas
And exchanges them for incessant doubt
Like a man at sea looking at broad horizon
These are parallel perceptions of how you are brought about
In your life
And my life
You might be slovenly, and that makes you the title
Stolen by some man at sea
Instead, your heart was stolen by the man with the telescope
On a midnight cruise from a distant lighthouse
That signals through the cloudless climes and surrenders ships
Forbidden, like a sea of endless *****

The autumn blew by my window
My page of poetry lay safely
Next me
As I looked outside beyond my shadow
The leaves were golden amber
As far I remember
The endless tresses of trees
Were rid of the green of the meadow

The land lay bare
Like a child in the arms
Of her mother
Suckling on the ****
For the milk that was honeyed

Sometimes I drink
Coffee to remind me how
Intoxicating images
Of boughs of trees
Can bring back the past
For me to think
About them for a second

Like mirages meant
To distract you and me
In a desert full of sand dunes
You and I are alone in the world
We just need attention
To some degree

I once thought you’d age like wine
At that time I knew it was going to be fine
You died
I learned that I cry
My heart went through too much wear and tear
Your life was already mine
Hoping we’ll be together again
Someday somewhere

Tied to your silken skin
I was obliged to be in sin
But you taught me love wouldn’t do me in
After I’d come back from work
We’d kiss
Always as far as I remember
Even when we were 20 years in

I remember your nervous ticks
I remember your style
As kept them within the four walls made of bricks
But towards the end you thought you’d die
If those walls would end up talking
I told you to love me and keep calm
Well those words
They felt like ice cream for the soul

Few months later we went for an outing
I thought it was safe
We went for coffee
Small steps for my only baby
But one day it happened
Something intercepted the intricate wiring of your astral body
That I had only touched once
I wouldn’t know if I had laid a finger on it twice

You felt it wasn’t worth living with your vice
Those were the old times
The conservative thoughts drove you to do the worst
Give into the nervousness
To squeeze the life out of you that was cursed

I don’t know whether you died of a weak heart or not
But I bet in your insanity you left me to rot

You’ve had a busy day
Had people call you names if they may
Call your name in the name of terrorism and in vain
Who’s gonna bless you after all the blasphemy falls like acid rain
You’re the only one to the explanation of all of it
Takes a long time to find the meaning and know how to sacrifice for it
To find a student to share your troubles
Take me up or down with you I’d jokingly hand a fee of roubles
That’s a crack at the USA
Pardon but I want this to be a story of desperate divination rather than an esoteric essay
Up or down I’ve made my mistakes of working the ladder of success and standing tall
At least I’m not guilty of escapism and have no chance of falling if I have the promise of having your all
Instead just having you
Bafflingly I do not know what you are too
But in this reality if I did I suppose everyone would get at your personal struggles
Dissecting your tangible personality as you try mastering on a daily secondly basis all the cosmic juggles
However if I have no place in your midst
I’ll wonder how could thou do what thy didst
And I shall separate myself from your promised love and make devotion a safe haven for me
Rather than keeping an eye out for the messenger raven keeping eye on my actions for thee
You show love by watching over me
But sometimes I feel you watch only because you are
But if you feel a faithful singularity you wouldn’t reincarnate me too far
Unless that’s not what you do
But I wouldn’t count on anything more mystical than death itself
From an entity who didn’t create a utopia for himself
Because I know you work hard
But we humans with false ideas of utopia cause you to ******
So please bless peace because it’s the ideal I believe in
And a surrounding around which society can adhere to instead of still being called a hyperbole of an ideal society called utopia to which it is akin

Flowers in the spring
Jumping
Is an action
Of my mind's scene
Beauty is subjective
In the beginning
Not when it's love at first sight
In the brightest day
And the darkest nights
Shared in the evenings
Understood
That it's for each other
That love brings you
Hither
To angel's without feather
But love's a surrealistic pillow
As the romance billows
The moon above
The sky
Shone
From above
A heaven's godsend
A love i can't afford
Regarding which I can pretend
Understood that this is the end
To a journey longer
Than the peripatetic
feeling
A feeling stays
After the path comes to close
So I guess we end with roses
On the casket
But I'd rather be buried next to you
Rather than be alone
And alive
In all the same
Either way
Alone the crosswinds

The music dies in the end
The early rising of the revolution
Brings the soldiers on the fields
With their guns of gold
Reaping what they sow with peasants dying
Blood everywhere
The selected people rise from the ashes
And the pulses ripe with the blood of a thousand
Workers lying in the fields
Enslaved by violence and crime was meaningless
The derelicts of war had risen with power
To rule people with the forceful hand that pulls the tiredness
Out of these soulless passengers of war-ridden land
The peaceful valley had seen destruction and now was gone
In a second the whole valley
Had become one and broke the power
That made the powerless broken by bewitched sedimented in the fundamentalism of this land
Taken by its roots
The rooms roam from the economic crisis that could cut its growing implications
Of crooks making it a feeling that devoid us of sensation
Crying life from the righteous people
Living in the despair of resuscitation from a painless existence
Parse knowledge brings ignorance to depravity
And this is what makes the government ignominious
You may even look at it as being unattached to the people in power
Points in an argument, evolution makes a good point
Repercussions of theological evidence as it is

When done with the grammar
I gotta write about us
When you have done with
Your weirdness and relations
You can stay with me
The presence is the broken
My skull
Hurts

I'm done with my skull
Write poems
And Write songs
I used to think about you I guess
I sent out later

Breaking up with you
Seamlessly easier
Left me on the door
For the later than Tomorrow

Live till you love Today
Tomorrow is when you die