It gets better
Maybe not now
Maybe not tomorrow
But I promise it would be

Give it time
And it would heal, eventually
Some things takes time
There is no need to rush

When it does get better
You would never notice
Because you already forgotten
The broken pieces you once were

So take the time
To clear your thoughts
And give your self time
Because in the end... You'll make it

There are thoughts
In your mind
That you wish
You could erase
Or forget
Or not thought about
At all

There are moments
In life
That you wish
You could repeat
Or remember
Or relive the
Feeling again

There are memories
In your head
That you wish
You could take back
Or happen again
Or not happen
At all

There are so many
Things going
But sometimes
What is done
Is done
We just got to move on

Remember: Good girls go to heaven, bad girls go everyhere!

the poet is a fragile me
that longs to gain eternity
by power of the word

the greatest fear is that
no poet but a nerd
    who cuddles into words
    and there gets lost
is what is heard
    outside this world of letters
and at the most
can claim illusions
    that may better
    the understanding of a verse
    of all the meaning it conveys
    the sorrow pain concern and love

and then again
    as said above
what reaches out beyond
     the mind that spins these notions
     of love and other great emotions
may just appear
as nothing but a comma
    in the ocean
    of words around the globe

that’s what we poets fear

I'm sorry for everything-
I've said,
I've done,
I've promised,
I've lied,
To you.
I'm sorry for telling you that,
I want,
I need,
I love,
You.
I'm sorry that i showed,
Too much affection,
Too much care,
Too much love,
Too much attention,
On you.
I'm sorry because you're always the answer to all these question:
Who i want?
Who i need?
Who i love?
* It always end with YOU. *

-J.D.P