If i were to write a poem,
I wouldnt talk about my pain,
I wouldn write only of my gain.

If i were to sing a song,
I would sing loud and proud,
Never of my sins,
But the life within.

Life gives us everything,
We chose anything,
Yet complain of everything,
And achieve nothing.

pleasure, desire, lust
Are not the only things,
Kings, queens, tycoons,
Are not the only beings.

suffocation, self doubt unsatisfication,
Let all this pass,
Shame,rain, pain
Nothing plain should define us.

brothers, if we were to write poems,
We wouldnt talk about our pain,
We would write only of our gain.

Sisters, if we were to sing a song,
We would sing loud and proud,
Never of our sins,
But the stupendous  life within.

I remember that place where I grew up,
Small house, small rooms and a backyard barn,
Used to play by the trees near the road out by the front door,
I could hear music from the pub and the cars with their roar,
Great days they were,
Had friend on every turn,
Never had much toys but we sure held our own,

I remember it on those days,
Our crowd from school as we go home to play,
Didnt get a bite or a taste on the day,
We still laugh and run because it did matter anyway,
The fights and dusts never made us part ways,
We all had things to share and my love fell to that place,

We never had much but we were always in luck,
Walls were thin, small inside and to the outs a little torn,
I miss the old shack,
Place I once called home,
I could almost see its dirt road,
Just pass downtown

Life always find a way to balance its scales,
A nice day get caught under the clouds and rain,
A good love always fall a victim to pain,
Blue skies to a storm,
Moonlight to a day light,

But there are those moments,
Ones that we make and they never fade,
One that we remember for each day,
Kind when you meet a stranger,
Random talks over a cold drink,
No names or numbers,
Where your mind can stop to think,
And your eyes arent anxious to wink,
Sitting under clear moon with that cool breeze,
Telling tales of life and stories,
And for every word you utter,
You hear your heart's whisper,
And at the end you get to walk away,
With a memory that will never fade,
Or fall into a trap of pain or fate,

And in those kinda nights you tell yourself,
This is a night,
A night to remember.

Some times its easy to miss a moment,
The one you could have smiled,
But chose to spend in torment,
A memory inside, resides in the midst of our joy that is stacked like a pile,
Its a cost we pay for missing the little words,
The one that can save a life, curve a smile and warm a face from its sadden folds,

I like you,
I miss you,
I love you,
Im sorry,

The kind that can take away all the worries,
Calm the storms that hit our hearts,
Raise our knees from dust to glory,
The kind that you owe me,
The one that I owe them,
Rekindle an torn life to a brand-new,

So next time you see me,
Head down to my heart beat,
Forget the gifts, and charms of how you sing,
Forget the plans of how u can make it turn,
Just tell me the words,
The little ones.

I still have nightmares about you,
the ones that used to be my sweet dreams,
I'd tell you all about them the next day.
They are fewer, these days. Much fewer. Be happy for me.

I still feel like someone hit my chest,
whenever people mention your name,
I liked it you know.
But it hurts less and less as time goes by. Be happy for me.

I still make hot chocolate,
just the way you liked it, put on your sweater,
and drink myself to sleep.
It's hard to let go of such sweet chocolate,
and such warm sweater.
I'm starting to hate them though. Be happy for me.

I walk around the house,
and it still smells of you while I've cleaned it countlessly,
should I move out? Sigh A guy passed me on the streets the other day,
stinking with your cologne,
I didn't turn to look at him. Be happy for me.

I see you and her sometimes,
she's very beautiful, you laugh louder by her side,
it stings just a little now. Be happy for me.

You wished me well when you left,
as I broke on the living room floor,
you said it wasn't me, it was you. And you were sorry.
You said you'll pray that I heal soon.
Didn't know soon would be this long. But I'm getting there.
Be happy for me.

It comes with the song
The melancholy air
The reminder that I am loosing
wasting away with the passing of the wind
the distance getting longer
That I cannot reach you
The song that played while we wrestled the sheets
Moments when we finished each others sentences
And the memory lingers
The past haunts me
That I shouldn't have let go
Abandoned your touch
How you made me feel alive
That I shouldn't have destroyed us
How I burnt for you
I still do
Bright orange at the sight of you
That You were ice
The water,
The thing that could cool the fire in me
conceiving snow flakes on Sunday afternoons
letting some green grow on Thursday nights
I shouldn't have let go
I am calling
I am sorry
I shouldn't have let go

Runaway with me,
To a land of peace and pain-free,
From all the fuss and life's psychotic spree,
From a world where greetings dont bare emotions,
And niceness is but a mere strategy,

They teach you to see better in yourself,
But even your eyes need light for you to see,
What if you dont have that?
What if there is no light in you?
What if you lost it all and you're now a Silhouette?,
A mindless face that they'll soon forget,
And on your way down revisiting all your steps,
Seeing all that u had and lost,
Would you see anything?
When your eyes are busy crying,
And your mind is bitter over life,

Runaway with me,
It wont be better but it will never be like this.