"Write me a poem, Write me a poem" he said.
And this boy and those words never left my head.
Where do I start , where do I end.
Do I begin with my feelings or do i begin with his.
Do I write about his pure soul or do I write about his words.
As every hello he greets, down came the night,
And **** I wish it never comes to an end.
No matter the trouble, this boy is in depth,
A poem that's always in my head.

Touching those walls, seeing those people, realizing that this will be the last time I'll be here.

When I write, I am in my own world. An entire different world.
Putting this world into words to bring it to vitality , where the true me indepth exists.

My thoughts are my enemies, and overthinking is my best companion , joining along with my soul that ignited the two different worlds , as the world inside my head and the world where my unfortunate reality lays , are connected in those writings of mine.

Once I hold my pen, it seems like I could write endlessly for eternity.
The intellectual me is raging for more and more vitality , it's deeply intricate where my thoughts and those worlds meet.

But my thoughts are the biggest cravers for their freedom. And there, in my mind , I live and in words and letters , I expose my true inner self.

Breathe in,
My life is within you.
Feel that force in your heart.

This is real enough for you,
Don't be confused.
Stay with me...
Please..

Don't abandon me..
Baby please don't leave..
Don't give up..
I wait for you always.

I promised you,
A promise that I wilt not break.
Don't abandon me...
You belong to me..
Forever and Always..

Even in Death,
Our souls are entwined.
Entwined by eternity's breath.
Of Desire.
Of Love.

Now breathe..
And enter the threshold..

My mind wanders,
When I think about you.

I always wonder when we meet,
What will you think of me?

Will you love me...?
Will our hearts bind?

I always wonder,
I love you.
Do you love me?

Sanctify,
Your hearts beating.
Think of the path,
Before proceeding.

Know your mind,
Speak spiritually.

Be peaceful and kind,
To all you meet.

Respect thy nature,
And it's beauty.
She is the caretaker,
Of thee.

These are the tenets I follow.
Before religion takes hold.
I hate to battle,
In this cruel world.