each poem i write
is a petal.
those petals then begin to form
a flower and all of the flowers
are for you.
                        l.r.

You're the faintest memory,
But the strongest one.
Ended without a sorry,
Also ended with none.

You're the prologue,
That broke me so bad,
You're the epilogue,
Of the days we had.

You're a short chapter,
But the most memorable one.
What sorrow more sweeter?
When to you I never won.

This is what I feared would happen.
That you would prove me wrong,
And by wrong I mean right.

That all the doubts I had in the beginning,
Would make themselves come true.

That I would set my eyes on you,
And begin to see a glow.

That you would feed off of my emotions,
And make me forget for more than a second,
Black holes don't turn into stars.

His love dies, ****** was the case
The partner in crime was another lover that she chased
He tried to erase with blind dates and one night stands
But the time is lost like a clock without hands
Every man's winter becomes spring
When a lady pulls his heartstrings
Is love blind or first sight?
I know I wanted her since that first night
Take her smile as a good omen
And stay in love for the moment
As that moment is fleeting
I wonder if I need her or she needs me
Yet I'm attached as she is to her weaves
And as leaves are to trees
Where this lovebird is perched in a lonely nest
she'll be the one lady who knows me best
It's what my lips say
but deep down, I still pray
That our love isn't just a deck of cards
where we play each other's hearts.

Drawing blank pages when my thoughts are crowded
Every step I take, the same person will doubt it
It's God's gift when I put my pain to paper
But these days, The mirror reveals a stranger
Had the Midas touch now it's writer's block
Hard to guard my heart when i'm fighting lust
Every face I gaze, I have no mind to trust
Every girl that I loved is every bridge that I burned
Time is a jewel that you lose or keep precious
My times now are more sins and less confessions
My dreams are silhouettes, only dark thoughts
My mind fears what the heart wants
To live and die young, If only I could help it
take these as my last words, the eulogy's poetic.