I am stronger than this.
I am stronger than having
my hands and legs tied
and ready to commit suicide.
I have poems ready to burst
deep down from the inside.
Dreams that are waiting to
be chased. A light that is
ready to shine over my
shadows and dark. I am
stronger than this. Water
will not defeat me tonight.
I refuse to give up and die.
I want to exist. To swim to
the surface and make it alive
to the water's shore. I want
to love and live* ~

Don't. Don't cry. It
makes me suffocate
and want to die. Don't
cry. I'll cradle you through
the night and tell you a
lullaby. Those pretty eyes
shouldn't carry sad tears.
Those pretty eyes should
not carry pain. This sounds
insane but when your tears
crash to the floor. I hear
screams that seem louder
from the ones i heard in
movies from television
screens. Don't cry. Because
i don't have the power to
see your smile turn upside
down and form a frown. I
don't have the power to
leave home alone in the
middle of the night to kiss
your tears goodbye. We're
parted by distance but our
love and hearts are in the
same place. The only tears
i want to see are the happy
ones falling down your
handsome face. Where the
best of memories float on
the edge of your lids ready
to sail off free. Ready to mark
gentle earth with our history.
Because I love you I don't
want to see you sad and in
misery. Come on baby please
wipe the tears and lean
forward to kiss me* ~

He's the wolf that followed
the trail of blood. He followed
the drops on the white forest
floor. The cuts were deep and
wounds created a river of red.
No life existed in the water. The
smell of blood was left on my
car seat. And the little wolf
seemed to be following me.
To heal the scars. To howl with
grief at the moon. To call for
help. The little wolf was the
only living soul who had
mercy left. The only soul that
came to rescue me. That
little wolf knew the meaning
of loyalty* ~

His gentleness and
kindness makes her
blush for an eternity.
The words of love he
speaks hold the powers
of sweeping her off her
little feet. All it takes to
make her heart skip
a few of it's beats is
one deep look in his
hazel nut brown
coloured eyes ~

She was suicidal and
sick to the bone. He
was a boy with a mind
of his own. He walked
around with his smokes.
While she walked around
with her body aches and
hurt. They stumbled upon
one another. That was when
he started flirting. He never
questioned her about the
sins her hands did. Neither
about the places where the
razor blade caressed her skin.
He only asked to marry her
and stay by her side till the
end. Till she's healthy and
strong. Till she chops off the
arms of her past. Till she
bursts in giggles and laughs.
And that was when he asked
for her to be his first kiss
while he approached to her
rosy lips* ~