I sat in the middle
Between broken words and filthy roads, not knowing which one to take.
My eyes abandoned me, waiting for the world to make a scene
To laugh louder or cry harder than any other
and I did both.
Tip-toe to the tattered fabric
That rips at the seam.

But you were always there.

You were always there like a shadow on a sunny day
Copying my every move just so I could see you.
Then the sun slowly drops beneath the sky
As do you, my shadow close behind.

She's Poetry,
in more ways than she herself knows.
Just a glance in my direction with those radiant eyes,
or even the mere sound of her voice escaping those lips of silk,
is enough to awaken the butterflies that have been at rest in my soul for what feels like an eternity,
with the intensity of a cyclone.

She's Poetry,
Moving like the smoke releasing from the lit end of my cigarette,
drifting softly wherever the wind may take her.
Her luminous smile alone
is enough of a spark to set my mind ablaze,
giving me the inspiration to write for days and days and days.

She's Poetry.
With just the slightest touch, all my pain instantaneously evaporates,
and my heart begins to melt away.
Sweet as the summer rain, she swims through the rivers of my brain,
and I'm still wondering if she feels the same.

Shes Poetry,
in more ways than she herself knows.

You were my world then
When sun shines to bring smiles
Darkness manifest to intensify hope
When chocolates were our ultimate fantasy
When stars were still a mystery
When your glisten eyes moisten my eyes
When wandering rejuvenate us
When togetherness is all we want
Yes still, I remember our blessed life
Yes still, I remember the promises we made
To be united even if our life is at stake
Could you recall our unawakened dreams?
Wrapped in time you left me stranded
Or the time’s chariot took you away?
Leaving me behind
Implicit and despair!

As a child they keep reminding  you of all the things you shouldn't be doing,
Don’t touch wet paint, It’ll leave a stain
Don’t run around in the halls, You’ll end up falling
Don’t play with fire, You’re bound to get burnt
Don’t speak to strangers, They’ll end up hurting you
But what they fail to mention is that that stain you get, it’ll wear out eventually.
That fall you had, you’ll learn to get back up.
Those burnt wounds, they’ll make you stronger, help you stand a little taller.
And the strangers we’re kept away from, those aren’t the ones we should be afraid of,
The people who hurt us the most are the ones closest to us.

Time
We all have it
But in different amounts
Some lack it
Others waste it
We all abuse it
What's there to do with it?
Time
What do we have to say for it?
Time, we all share it
It can bridge the gap
Or burn the bridge forever
Unless...
Time... what will we do with it?