When im in your arms
everything feels right
my sadness and hurt is all gone
i smile and hold you tight

the way you feel on my cheek
words cannot describe
warm, happy, its the only sweet
without it i cant survive

wishing,
willing,
loving,
needing,
My heart wishing you, willing too.
you loving me, needing thee.

I believe
That writers are
So brave
Because each time
They start writing
Blotting ink onto
Their paper
Frustratingly typing on
Their laptop
Frustratingly typing on
Their laptop
They rip their heart out
Of their chest
And show the world
What it's made of.

Do you ever  feel like screaming?
Or is that just me?
I want to feel the anger trapped inside my chest burst.
I want to capture in my hands
And eat it alive.
I want to feel it squirm and wiggle with fright
Before I take the first bite.

"You are what you eat," they say.
That's strange.
I don't remember eating this pain.

Isn't it strange that when you look at the stars and you know that they've already bitten the dust. And you realize that you're staring into something that is long gone.

You, my star, is long gone.

Twisting, turning, yearning
That is what I do

Laughing, smiling, cheering
That's what you do

I have sorrows
You have joys

You've hurt me
I've served you

The fairness of this world is as perplexing as a quadratic formula

As I get hurt, those who hurt me excel

As I am pained, others are healed

I see who I once was
Laughing, smiling, cheering

Now, I hardly recognize myself

The first time I loved ,
Time turned into temperature ,
Each second galloping towards an intergalactic ice age .

I shivered ,
Darkness withered ,
you showed me delight.