People cheat,
people lie

To get ahead
or
just to get by.

They do it out of deemed necessity
or
have made it a successful habit.

Some would feel bad,
but
some wouldn't lose sleep over it.

Some lie to protect...
Some lie to infect...

With little remorse
or
full blown guilt.

Either way
risking
all they've built.

A lie is an accessory
that most tend to abuse.
A convenient mask
for the ugly truth
that most would misuse.

Lies are...
The bane of relationships
Destroyer of trust...
Conveyed by irresponsible lips.

So have I ever lied?
Have I ever desecrated
honesty's pride?
Have I ever wielded it
to save others from harm?
Have I ever employed it
to boost my charm?

No I haven't,
now that's a lie...
Spouted that so easily,
I didn't even need to try...

Honestly,
YES I HAVE.
I am no exception...

I am no saint,
I'm only human...
with an ill sense of direction.



I have lied...
How about you?

Search deep inside...
*You know you have too...

With you,
light seems even brighter.
With you,
life seems to have more meaning.
With you,
smiles seem to be happier.
With you,
time seems to tick by slower.
With you,
all of my worries seem to float away.
With you,
I feel as if I have more to live for.
Without you,
I don't know what I would do.

Maybe
One
Day
We’ll
Get
The
Answer
To
The
Question
“Why?”

When you look at me, I feel lost-- lost in the ocean of your big brown eyes. I am lost in a good way and I don't want to be found. When you stare at me, I always wondered why? I asked you why, but you never answered.

Those eyes of yours tells me that you love me. The same way I feel about you for a long time now.

When we locked eyes, my heart is the happiest. Each and every fiber of my being melts away. They tell me as if you never want me to go and I'd love to stare at them all day and all night.

Forever..

                                - Ella Salvador

I think
that
'what ifs'
make us old.
You don't really worry until
you think of an
'what if'.
What if I'm gonna die tomorrow?

What if I didn't get that assignment done?

What if someone I love will die tomorrow?

What if tomorrow is my last day?

What ifs worry me like crazy.

You cry,
I cry.
You laugh,
I laugh.
You hurt,
I hurt.
You love,
I love.
You hate,
I hate.
You leave,
I stay.
I love how we
feel for each other.
But what will
I do
when you are
gone?

hello,
have you been
well?
i guess not,
for your attention
in my poem
could tell
sorry if this nurse
took so long
in finding
the perfect words
to cure
your soul
first,
strip your clothes
and
stand at the mirror
gaze at the
creature with
the foggy figure
there's
a sinkhole
in those eyes
and a temporary
stitch whenever
you would
smile
the collarbone
which hides,
suffocates from the
blanket of skin
with
sickening lies
it penetrated
and
corrupted your mind
ignored the
fact and just
romanticized
the beast
will **** you,
please
don't find
it ****
the chaos is screaming
later on
you'll be
empty
i know how
a reflection
cries
you lost yourself
you lost you
it's like
having a stray cat
beneath your
tissues
a wandering stranger
sails from
the memories
of truth
overflowing blood
choaked
your dilemmas
too
it mimicked the
fire of hell
in those
shoes
the greatest harm
you'll ever
cause you
but why a
nurse
and not a
doctor?
listen here,
you are your
fighter
the cure and the pain,
which decision
will define?
all i can
say is,
save yourself
from death,
because
it hasn't
deseved you yet
go ahead
and fight your
way to life