Maybe if I step on
enough flowers
or break
enough  
hearts  
I just might forget
I'm made of broken parts

I heard your voice again
For the first time in 2 years
And everything that I thought
Everything that I convinced myself
I had passed
The pain
The sorrow
The regret
The hatred
The love
Came rushing back
And stunned me
Like a cold bucket of ice
Against my burning skull
And my decaying mind
The beauty of your revenge
Mirrors the beauty of your smile
Because when ice strikes blood
And gashes the vein
It slowly melts
Into the wound itself
I should have known
That the strongest heart
Is not one that doesn't break
But one that doesn't pump

I'm so sorry.

Keeps me warm ,
makes me forget ,
transports my heart,
miles ,
roads,
closes me in a shell filled with comfort,
walks me to paradise,
dream land ,
and still i stand confused .

Colors enclose  on her,
Laughter surrounds her,
Shameless but she hides herself,
Sundays that wake her up early.

Topics that erode from the dusty roads,
Songs that comfort her,
Love that last,
Pure water that flows on her back,
Something pushes her to do wrong,
Tress with branches that so willing grow.

Lolo's Kloset  a designer reminds her of him,
Her hallow heart,
Needs to be filled up ,
Flamboyant afternoons,
Gloomy nights,
Factories that close down,
And stop her heart from pumping,
Billboards go up,
And new beginnings arise .  


love

Inferiority,inferiority and complacency will come ,
Stymie and tremendous shall not be on the way ,
Ten percent of the mind neurologist say we use ,
Ninety locked out of the way and not occupied,
If you really want to flourish think out of the box ,
Press the accelerator up to 180 decrees and go for you life.