Myth: Follow your heart and you'll be genuinely happy.

Truth is, your heart is broken into pieces
Which one will you follow?

Words ran constantly
Along these sheets of papers infront of me
As I shed tears for you dear
This will be the last poem, I promise

It may take me hours, months, or years
Till I put into words all the things that rhymed with your name
But this you should remember,
I dont care, for this is the last, I promise

Tonight, I wont write the saddest lines
Neither the happiest
This isnt for you to realize my worth
But to make you feel loved till I get hurt.

Sorry for I imprisoned you
In my web of words
Is it my fault?
You feel in love with a writer

Sorry for I got you shackled
In every hug I gave
Is it my fault?
I just want to keep you in my hold.

I saw museums in you,
You were a galaxy in me
A North Star, but why?
You treated me like a scratch.

Funny how I was there
In the moments you were just a bud
Now look at you,
A grown plant you became

You left me when you reach the edge
Stood in a tower
I was left on the ground
Still looking with hopes and happiness at you

My love, this I just wish.
Can you take care of yourself as I leave?
I didnt know I had been this weak.
Never got the chance to tell you Im this sick.

Words ran constantly
Along this papers soaked in tears
Did you know I bleed dry for you?
This will be the last, I promise dear.

**My ink has turned dry
My mind has been emptied
But my heart has kept you locked.
My love, I promise this is the last.
I'll be forever locked in my coffin soon.

You say that you love me
So why don't your actions suggest the same?
All you do is make me cry
And yet you put on me the blame

I don't want no gifts
I don't want no fancy stuff
All i want is a little respect
I think that's not too much to expect

Mean what you say
With my heart...don't just play
You keep hurting me every other day
And make it so difficult for me to stay....
...in this relationship

So please stop hurting me
Love me like you used to
You weren't like this before
Baby...what's wrong with you?

The rain fell so hard
And my eyes can barely hold back my tears
I realized sky's like me.
It can't contain the heaviness it has inside.
So it bleeds itself dry.

Dear sister  can you hear me
are you out their are you listening.
Do you know that they have got me,
do you know that I fee like I'm drowning.
Our father he did tell us about the monsters in the sea
He told us to be cautious
he taught us to be weary.
Now I've lost you the ocean floor.
now the very monsters have me, locked behind the door.
I don't know if your still breathing,
But if you are I'll tell you this.
I am aboard the vampiret ship

Aboard the ship that moves threw nightmares
The flags made of bones and ash
Threw your dreams we will go
Aboard this ship that we sail
Aboard the ship of black and soulless flags


I have lost you but one day find you
Then we will never again fear the night
We together aboard this ship that carries all of fear
Aboard the vampires ship

Sing me a song,
A song that will make me remember,
Remember the things we used to love
A sing that makes our world go round.

Sing me a song,
A song that will mend my heart,
The heart you left with scars,
A song that heals a broken heart.

Sing me a song,
A song that will make me forget you,
Fogert the songs you sang for me.
*A song you and I will no longer remember.

If I were a song, I'd tell you to play me on repeat.
If I were a movie, I want you to watch me every night till you feel sleepy.
If I were a pen, I'll let you to empty my soul for you to quench your thoughts.
If I were a bird, I'll let you stay at my back for you to see how beautiful life is.
If I were a blanket, I'll always keep you warm and assure you that there are no monsters on your bed.
If I were a dream, I'll take you to the place where you can be the star.
If I were a spaceship, I'll let you travel the outer space and find yourself.


And
If I were a poem, I want you to remember me.
Keep me in your mind.
Lock me in your heart.
Because If I were a poem...
I am this poem
*that'll always wish to be something significant for you

Did you see them take the green fields
one by one, now line by line on hills in echelon?

Still, holding ground held holy by their sons;
no longer marching to the smoke and drum.

Where bugler called the day to final rest,
now silence grows like lichen on the stones.

For those who gave their all at our behest,
our memories alone will not atone.

Do you see the fires burning at a distance,
and more hallowed ground broken day by day?

Each new stone laid a fading reminiscence;
each new boquet soon fading into gray.

What better way to honor sacrifice
than to pause and speak their names aloud.

Until the gods of war are pacified;
until our flag no longer serves as shroud.