The time that passes by
With  flower’s  blossoming bright
Counting days along seconds
Separating   moment ‘s  from memories
Crazy scribbles become massive scripts
A  fun  joy  turns into a pained bliss
A summer with no ******
Like a power with no cover
Baby steps into staggered walk
Scrapped tears are now from pained fears
Sweet perfection seems like cruelty
A step improved unravels hidden dreams
Stuttering talks are now paragraphs
A lovely innocence on its way for a round about
As I sit and write with happy tears
Observing and recollecting all their wondrous layers
Distinguishing their past
Dreaming about their future
Just to see them bloom
To try take a leap at being free
I try hiding a grinning smile
Seeing   their  pleas with muffled cries
To tell them the story of two lovely boys
Who grew past their heart’s lair

Farther than the farthest we will ever be ..
but closer than the closest we will ever seem .
Tighter and wiser do the bonds grow ,
stronger and deeper does the hounds follow .
Lovelier and beautiful it ever stays,
among the wicked eyes that preys.
Wars and wages follow ,
to hound the wicked hollow.
The only things worthy ,
the only things that matter ,
the only sentences that come
are the pleas full of sorrow ,
but the things that give me strength ,
are my best friends help ,
their love makes me  go on .
Their  cheers make me tear past the veils .
I'm way to lucky , its the truth.
i know that you are jealous ,
and its your fates fruit ........