I hadn't known of ink,
I therefore used my pencil that was pink,
I wrote in no blink,
For I was sure errors made my story stink,
I then cared less,as of now I think,
Maybe because my pencil had a rubber.

I wrote about our life
In mind were you,as my wife
it was love and I was careful
A promise of God made me fearful
In dear respect,i tried to keep you
Nowdays i choose to keep the ewe
I had planned to pay as dowry.

My handwriting for once wes appealing
I was writing about true love in the sealing
Life ahead was auspicious
I used a pencil not for being suspicious
My lack of knowledge saved me the begotten
Had i used ink i wouldn't have forgotten
The day you turned against my plans
So good were mine plans
The reason was real
You broke mine heart,I rubbed the deal.
I hope you will learn,
That you had my whole heart,for you had earned
But now you are history ,
And I really feel sorry.

I worry for you, my friend.

You look at the colors
With stars in your eyes,
But you still haven't embraced death
As a part of our lives

You push the happiness
With such certainty
But you forget that darkness
Is also a part of reality

I worry that you have forced
Your contentment too much
And once the high is gone
You will fall and crash

*And I'm not sure if I will be there to catch you.

Time we have been together
All come back to me now.
I don’t want to go away
But you left me no choice.
The places we visited
The nights we spent in each other’s arms
The movies we watched
The gifts we exchanged
The parties we rocked together
The promises we made
The tight hugs
The passionate kisses
The songs we sang together
The tough times
The happy moments
All are coming back to me.
I wonder whether
It is the day of parting
Or the day of gathering?
But this is the final good bye.
But this is the final good bye.

An onslaught of rain
dripping on his battered sneakers,

Head down with grief
he just wants to call the reaper.

His plentiful cries
disguised because of the tormenting sky.

No more love in his heart,
even outside it appears dry.

He repeatedly asks why,
the sorrowful beginning of his demise.

His head soaking wet,
just this one moment left him baptized

The blink of an eye is too quick
for a soul to leave it's eyes.

Even the most wise of our time
couldn't protect the prayers of this size.

That memory controlling his head,
taking up all the space once used to plan ahead.

He had committed no crime,
but he sees in constantly stuck on rewind.

Nowhere to go,
Nowhere to be,

he crawls to the phone booth to hear her voice
one last time.