Today it will be
different when I say
I'm tired
cause

I'm tired of standing back
when I know I
was born to stand out

I'm tired of waiting
for opportunity to knock
that's why I will be the one
to knock on opportunity's door

I'm tired of the grass being
greener in the other side
that's why I will plant on mine.

I'm tired of being better than yesterday
that's why I will be the best today

I'm tired of taking a step at a time
that's why I'm taking all the steps every time

I'm tired of having only Plan A
that's why I will have Plan B-Z
even 1,2,3.

cause I'm tired of being mediocre
when I can be best
of what I think I can do better

I never told you this before
My dearest, closest Hp friends
But I love the things you say
I can feel your words within

Unraveling out of darkness
A million brilliant lights
Imagine all the poetic eyes
On the screens of some device

Connected in a web of riddle
Laced with rhyme
A maze of broken love set free
On different waves and lines

Storms and calm waters
On one big poetic sea
Seriously my friends
Without you
Where would we be?

He told me he loved me
on a Tuesday night
sometime in summer

Straight after work
heels kicked off
a ball on the sofa

He told me he loved me
and I felt light
like running

My heart is a stone
heavy
unmoving

It doesn't care for
pretty blue eyes
or his pretty little lies