The gentlest of flowers
are constantly trampled
under heavy boots

The sad thing,
When one walks away after giving all their best!
The other one never noticed
Until their gone,
Then the other being who never noticed.....

Realize's they were blessed !!!!

At times, your flotsom and jetsom gets to me.
Mostly, I think you're beautiful.

At times, I look at you and want to ask,
"Why are you in a frantic, frothing frenzy?"

At times, I exclaim, "Really? Come on! I mean, come on! How bad is it, really?"...

At times, you storm away.

At times, I wonder if you are worth the aggrivation.

At times, I don't think I deserve you.

I know you will never see this
but I am sorry.

I am sorry for leaving you
at a rough time

I am sorry for causing you pain
for leaving you with regret that you shouldn't even feel.

You shouldn't feel anything
for this is my fault.

I am sorry.

It is fun talking to you...
especially that We are not talking at all
It feels  **** good  being with you...
Ow,wait,that's just in my head ..
Ok,what do you want..
I am being real serious out here
Just point to it,very simple

I write in the trance of triangular years
whose reverse-osmosis has done but clear
the last memories I held dear

and somewhere along the line of
perpendicular feelings, Love
found its nesting in my heart like a dove
seeking the shelter it was deprived of

because maths and science concretize
my malady. Brittle beings, they vaporize
like mist exhaled for exercise.

These faces I try to exorcise
are the only ones I recognize