I sit alone upon an empty room
I try not to think of what has happened here
nor think on breathless tombs
but the two have felt synonymous at times.
I remember the photos on my walls
those who sat with disgruntled smiles,
cherish-able moments before stars fall
for as soon as nights end, moments fade.
I feel a little out of place between the sheets
it's as though I've been caught in between rocks
as caverns open up to a light I can not see,
but I try to hide it all away in a smile.

I see her photo, lit by lights of my phone
I remind myself of all that I have yet to live
then I realise, I may never have to feel alone
as I glimmer with a tiny star-raising smile.

The dark rooms are still dark,
But I am no more less than alone.

Stopped at a red light
The wait for it to turn green
Asking 'How long has it been?'
As stars guide the night.
Sudden blackout of all light
As dark as an Auschwitz scene
With monsters and fiends
And darkness sets in fright.

Your teeth glowed bright
There was light again
From a poet's pen
I found comfort at your sight.
You barricaded me in safety
And shone the light that saved me.

You and I have shared words, shown the darkness, the light
and glimpses of bright coloured sky where the truth floats freely.
Though you can not see me, I have felt glimpses of your strength,
the length we've known each other has honestly been short
but thoughts to words, I have come to understand and learnt
that though the sun has burnt, there are moments where that star
wears a seared scar like any other thing that exists within this world.
The waves curl between the shores and the vast amount of water
and like an author you find ways to find words that fit perfectly.
There is certainty in my tone when I say that you will come to find
the gems and stones that blind those who chooses to wear a mask
like a buried flask filled with honesty and pure emotion.

I have been grateful in so many ways for your constant encouragement,
the words you flourish embeds itself into my mind as a constant reminder
to never give up writing like a spider that never gives up designing webs.
I've leapt in joy on numerous occasions to discover new poems of yours
and to learn behind closed doors what an amazing character you possess
only attests to how well you write. You've written diamonds in every line
like a diamond mine but with words.

It's a new year, happy new year.
The introduction of your story is up to how you choose to write it,
you're the writer, the painter, the artist behind the pathways you choose.
I encourage you to keep on writing, to never give up and to stay strong;
it's been a long journey and yet there is so much left unseen.
I've only been your friend for a short while, but I thank you for every moment.

I really thought you were in love with me.

For the longest time, that was what I
Wanted to believe.

Brick by brick,
   The wall that we built,
        To barricade us from the world
Reinforced by our promises to one another,
             Strengthened by our love,
                Brick by brick,
                  Came  t
                              ­   u
                                     m
                                          b
                   ­                           l
                                    ­            i
                                                   n
                                                       g
   down,
           **Brick after Brick,
             Stone after Stone,
               Concrete after Concrete,
      Till there was nothing left.

Demons lurked around her mellow heart,
Ripping at the bones of her ribcage,
She was exposed to falling apart,
As the demons start to set the stage.

Padding her soft mind full of promises and trust,
Her trusting heart full of love and her broken soul full of bandages,
Little had she known the demon was filled with lust,
And after he was done, her heart and soul beared all the damages.

He had the face of a boy,
The tongue of a snake,
He treated her like a toy,
And shown her love that was nothing but fake.

He was a boy
And he had the soul of a demon.

When the dark night kicks in,
I am left to fend of my own demons,
Loneliness and regret fill up my body.
They try to drown me with my own tears,
But I won't let them.
I won't let them.
I won't let them.
They made their way into my bed,
Crawling onto my fluffy pillow,
And fill thoughts into my head.
A million thoughts trying to,
Bury me into the ground...
I won't let them.
I won't let them.
They take me as a friend,
But how their words did bend,
Oh what a tragic end.
They surround my being,
I guess I did let them.
I guess I did let them.

I swapped a smile for this poem
A pearly gates of a beautiful angel
And though I am not one to smile
Upon gazing at teeth that shone
As bright as the stars, I smiled.
A warmth exuded from a simple
Smile.
A heartbeat skipped from a simple
Smile.
A poem was written on a simple
Smile.
I could write a poem on 'pretty'
But I would rather write it on pity
Like
O' how I pitied myself to not be
Able to stand in front of such a smile.
The smile that speaks volumes
Like a sun ridding the Earth of gloom,
For each smile
Came from a precious and pure heart.
A rose with thorns that held no harm
A rose that was labeled as beautiful
Not out of popularity nor simple looks
But from a combination of looks and heart,
The kindest rose that sat amongst the chaos
We know now as Earth.

I have seen my fair share of beauty,
It's your beauty I wish to see everyday;
of all the diamonds my hands have held,
It's the diamond that is your hand I long to hold.
I am enchanted by your presence.
I have fallen for the feel of your kind heart.

Every action has an equal or opposite reaction,
What am I to do, I've no clue on how to love others;
I've no clue on how to love others that isn't you,
I fall, stumble and plummet at the sight of your smile,
For I have not learn to love others, the way I have, you.

My teeth are a perfect metaphorical symbol for my life.
Some parts of my life are crooked never straight.
Some have fillings to fix up all the damages they've received.
Some have chips where where unpleasant memories happen.
Some have decayed out of neglect.
Some are hanging onto its last roots, waiting to let go.

I want to love you the way I love the stars. I want to stare at you with pure admiration, inspired to think about the future and let the moonlight dance a little on my skin. I want to love you in a way that I'll be afraid to blink because I fear with a single blink I would see your beautiful face and in another blink I would see your back as you walk away. I want to love like I would be afraid to go on without you. I want you to be my breath of air, my drink of water, my means of life and my everything. I want to love you to the point that I would crumble if you were to let go of your grip, I would shatter and break. I want you to be the adhesive that holds me together while at the same time I will hold you together. I want you to feel your hugs with the sun's rays, I want to feel your kisses with the sea water drifting along the winds, I want to feel your happiness from everywhere that I walk and I want to see your smile twinkle with the stars of the night.

I was going to write about Napoleon Bonaparte
About how his insecurities must have blown apart,
But I wasn't sure if he was good or bad,
Whether he was sane or he was mad,
I lacked the knowledge to put him in words on a pad,
So I asked myself, who do I know best?
I only know me best and that is not said in jest.
When I was young, I had trouble fitting in,
Somehow they always saw only my skin,
Others told me I shone a light on Earth,
That somehow being optimistic was my worth,
I never could believe them,
Because the lights always felt dim,
I was probably the most negative person ever,
I would see bird flu from a single feather,
Saw how a dog was leashed and tethered,
And only wanted to free it.

When I was 16, I watched myself turn to a monster,
Lost in the world of competition,
I saw myself treasuring grades and money,
Above all else.
The world became a giant playground for me,
Where all people surrounding me were enemies.
This phase ended abrupt
When I had my first commitment,
My first girlfriend,
And although I didn't love her,
I felt I would have grown to,
But I never did grow to.

One day I fell in love with someone,
Someone I have never met,
Someone on the other side of the world,
Confusing plastic for pearl,
I saw a prize out of everyone.
Everyone including this person,
Became someone I easily let in.
So as I grew another year older,
I kept my arms folded,
Kept my heart and soul locked away,
Because it took two decades to get to today,
For me to realise that maybe the world,
Isn't plastic or pearl,
It's more than that.
It is heart and soul,
Finding a reason to be whole,
Even when your heart burns blacker than coal,
There will always be someone to make you whole.
The cynic in me started to vanish,
Because I saw the beauty in memories,
Rather than the pain of the aftermath.
Just because it's a heartbreak,
Just because your heart momentarily ached,
Does not mean that it was never beautiful,
Because it gave you the chance to be you,
The you that has been locked away for so long.

Leonardo Dicaprio has won an Oscar
The midnight stars shine bright.
Maybe everything will actually be alright,
...

I can finally be ok after half a decade.
Has been long time coming.
But I can feel everything changing
For the better.

When I was a teen,
I went to school like any other kid,
Struggling over acne I can't rid,
Lifting weights so my weight was hid,
Pivoted on a group of friends,
Who never knew what words end,
So when they ripped on a kid whose sister died of sids,
I stood back and watch this kid's world end.
I tried to help, confiding with him,
Taking the time to let him know I was with him,
Giving him the heads up of what the others were going to do,
And made sure his hellish world a little less blue.
But I was afraid thanks to this hollywood lies of popularity,
As though being hated was so frowned upon,
When being hated meant bearing a heart.

Don't get me wrong,
I never really did ever grow strong,
But I was mixed in with the wrong crowd,
As though insults to injury made people proud,
And a cigarette in your fingers meant you're well endowed.

I didn't really fit in myself,
They would say things like,
No one would put you on a pedestal cause you'll break the shelf,
But the only thing that ever broke was my self esteem.
Broken bones and bruises came and go,
But the words that they preached to me is all I know,
So when I was sober at a show,
They fed me with alcohol and told me to party more,
Looking around surrounded by guys treating girls like ******,
And people who saw hearts and souls as toys and objects.
But I had a brittle voice never able to speak clear enough to object,
And when the school found out my father had died,
The jokes never ended at body image jokes, and all I did was sigh.
They shunned down on intellect,
Like if you were smart "go eat an insect".
They wore it on their shoulder with pride,
Of how they never once ever did hide,
And they were cool because they made a person,
feel "rekt".

So the words they tried to preach,
And the lessons they tried to teach,
Was you aren't cool enough if you aren't perfect,
But the real lesson instilled in me, was that I was perfect.
They hid behind hidden cameras,
Taking photos of torture and suffering,
Like they were engaged to it.
They were no better than me,
They had their own burdens but mine they couldn't carry,
So as tales are told, I learnt....
The weaker you are, the more strength you have got to show.

Sometimes it is strange how two lives will intertwine and ultimately lead to a complete change of events. You could be given many alternatives to life, and you live it how you preferred. Each moment will be either beautiful or a bitter sweet coated with a sense of beauty in it. I guess that moment for me would be, falling for someone. Someone I was told not to. Little did I know I meant nothing, I was a mere face in their memory banks. So as time progresses, I don't know whether our paths will ever cross again, but I know I had known someone that had made all the difference in my life and as final goodbye comes around the corners, I learnt something more about myself. I learnt that love even in its weirdest form or even shortest form still existed. Be it unrequited or not. Hopefully it'll grow to a fond memory, of when I fell head over heels for someone who I had made my whole world, only to realise I was nothing. The tears will come and so will the pain, but that's the only way to remind me that I had actually felt and knew what love was even briefly. They say time heals all wounds hopefully I'll be fine when my time comes..... When it isn't meant to be, no matter what I could try, it'll never be. Hopefully I can stop loving you one day, and become a better me.

Bye forever, my heart will be emitting best wishes, you deserve someone better than me.. Sorry for making you feel trapped and imprisoned by the way.... Slowly, it'll let me know how to be a better person for when the time is right.....And hopefully the next person I trust can fill my life with cheers as you did....Once again, sorry and best wishes with everything.

I have been there, I don't know whether I'm still there. That dreadful wake where you open your eyes and feel like complete and utter ****. It's a cliche to say mornings like that won't bother so much, fact they bother you more and more but you get along with it. A knife stab across your hand, two hundred times, it'll still bother you that you're bleeding, that you're hurting but if you must get cut might as well wear a smile going with it. I have been to places in my life where tears lubricate my eyes from the complete arid atmosphere, where everything leaves you breathless. I tell you, truly, that those mornings come and go, that every time you look into the mirror you feel a little prouder. I ******* didn't, but I'm sure someone somewhere feels a little prouder every morning, and I applaud these people. I admit, there's moments when you feel like it's a meteor crashing down on your self and everyone around you, the hope you have for love seems like an illusion bestowed upon your worst enemies like a hot cheerleader and an ugly guy prank. It seems all rather too fleeting at times, you could **** yourself but that takes effort and I myself am not one for putting effort into anything. I have known times where I put effort into things, it's all been a calamity one after the other. Yet I held a smile so I welcome all of you to hold a smile as well. You all look beautiful, you all are beautiful, you all look handsome, you all are handsome. Keep living because only by not living will you ever truly be dead.

I am now in my second decade,
And I'm starting to notice how things fade,
I have grown a darker shade,
Threw away the arm scarring sharp blade,
I guess it comes with age.
My second decade should start a new page,
Set lights on a new stage,
And I have learnt a lot in my twenties,
Than I did in my teenage years.

When I was a teenager,
I would listen to friends talk of ***,
From future girls to *** with the ex,
It was just an amalgamation of nonsense,
Because it always felt against my conscience,
I treasured something deeper,
I treasured love.

All my childish mind ended abrupt,
When I learnt of this beautiful thing "LOVE",
But in my twenties I learnt,
To never say "I love you" too easily,
Even if it may come ease to me,
Because without forethought it will hurt.
I learnt that love is as quite fleeting,
if it is not with the correct person,
But I also learnt that it's just
One step closer to the right person.
I started to embrace heartbreak,
Adored the idea of heartache,
Because it just meant I'm closer,
Closer to mrs Star Gazer.

In my twenties I had the company,
of my close friend for my first real heartbreak,
She somehow patched up the ache,
And made me laugh which is difficult for me.
She felt like a lifesaver,
Sweet candy to the heart,
Because I found myself feeling lost when we were apart,
But I have just recovered from a broken heart,
And there's still a cast surrounding that part,
But it's been healing....

It won't trust anyone other than her,
But if she's not the one,
I know that I will be thankful for her,
For I know I can trust someone.

Kind heart, listening ear and a sense of humour,
My days will never ever get any gloomer.

I woke up today. Although the sun wasn't shining, the sky wasn't blue, the bed didn't feel right but I knew if I took a step into today, everything will feel right. I asked myself ' what if today isn't the right one? What if tomorrow's the right one?' then I just keep going because one of these days I would surely have my 'perfect day' once again. I long ago, knew I could never have a perfect day, but I have came close. I came close once. I came close once again yesterday. It's all a build up of expectations, I stopped hoping for a perfect day and slowly made each day perfect.

I hear tunes in my head,
It plays to the tunes of Beethoven,
Then slowly ceases to silence.
I hear tunes in my head,
An imagination of what your voice
Sounds like to me.
If I were to choose between the two,
I would always choose the latter
Because I can dive into my imagination
And because nothing can move my heart
Than the sound of symphonies
Orchestrated to sync with the beat of my heart.
I hear tunes in my heart,
The brass that is your breath,
The stringed instruments that ties my heart,
Percussions that matches the beating,
Of my once silent heart.

Vanity kind of makes sense now. Thinking you're more than your worth, i thought I would at least have a place in their heart the way they did and still have in mine but I guess not.

Vanity is my own sin to bear.

I learnt a valuable experience and I must thank you for it. You shown me what its like to be happy.

Roses are red
Violets are blue.
Violet stop lying to me,
You're not suppose to be happy.
You're suppose to be blue.

I guess words do diverge from meaning.
After all, one two buckle my shoe,
Does not work for I walk bare feet.

What I'm trying to say is,
Sometimes I don't say anything,
For one saying remains true,
Silence is a serene songstress at sunrises.

What do I use to mend my heart?
When I had a bruise, I left it to heal.
When I had a cut, I had bandages.
When I had pains, I had painkillers.
When I had coughs, I had cough meds.
When I had a broken heart,
**.... I had nothing.

I was moulded into who I am,
A fake exteriorior, I was a scam,
I ate rugged food like lamb,
Because I am a man.
I am a man,
That's why I take the blame,
For all wrongs, it's the same,
I am the one to hold my head in shame,
Because I am a man.
I hold my tough exterior,
When I feel inferior,
I let the world see I'm a warrior,
And not a worrier.

But

I never felt like a man,
I held myself in bathroom stalls,
Cried myself on bathroom floors,
Like tears of the shores,
which form the beaches.
Of all the strength that I preach,
I could never ever beseech
For help,
Because I am a man.

An outdated notion of man,
Now I look around and know I can,
I no longer hide in bathrooms,
Encasing myself like I'm in tombs,
For when I decay in my own tears,
I leave myself open to the worlds' ears,
I no longer hide to cry,
Because I am a man.

I take the same blame,
Playing the same game,
Not because I'm taught or tamed,
It was because if I didn't fess to it,
So as a man,
It is only natural for me to say
Sorry,
A million times.

Never understood the power of subtlety,
Like a chicken is only a chicken outside its shells,
But I watched people encased themselves in shells,
Just to shield themselves in this living hell,
But I for one, could never really tell.
Confusing words like depression with swell,
But the only thing that was swollen,
Was the black coated hearts become sullen,
And out of everything I have gotten,
Is that humans will never show their weaker sides,
To afraid to leave a bad light,
When their inevitable time comes and they die.
Always never trusting the hearts they confide,
So they say 'I'm happy', but they simply lie.
Humans are in a way like unhatched chickens and turtles,
Holding onto their shells until they hang themselves and become purple,
As though listeners will only ever be hurtful.

We keep our hearts locked up and hidden,
To avoid disturbing or even troubling others,
As though an expressive heart is forbidden,
Even when we treat one another like brothers.

Do you ever get that feeling,
That you're hoping someone is missing you,
At the other side of the night.
Someone who you shared laughs with,
Shared common interests with,
Shared concerns and problems.
What if that person means more to me,
Than I would ever mean to them?
So as mystery envelops that question,
I must ask myself,
Will anyone miss me at all?

I was a boy,
A boy who could only see the dark nights,
Even as I was witnessing a sunrise,
All I saw was a dark night.
Everything felt bleak and hopeless,
Nothing to see and nothing to do,
Don't get me wrong I was never blue,
For there was no colour that described,
Seeing the skys tilt in my minds,
The grass as slithering snakes,
And the people I call friends,
Turn on me.

When I was fourteen,
Muddled up in the dark world,
That was my reality.
I got to know this one guy,
A heart so cruel,
That was not moulded by circumstance.
I could never look at him the same,
He had beat up a handicap kid,
A kid whos whole life was viewed,
At the height of a wheelchair.
Adding insult to injury he did it,
To steal the kid's phone.

I figured one day I'll see a world,
Where darkness does not blossom,
Where darkness is eradicated.
Yet as I walk around my neighbourhood,
It was never any different.
The people held smiles full of false hopes,
The parents who held their kids hands,
The couples who held each other to make out,
None of them seem to realize,
That evil lurks around.

If you were to ask me if I was really happy?
I would ask you, do bears **** in the woods?
I'd bear out my soul,
Tell you I'm feeling whole,
But one word will say it all,
****.

Now I smile a lot but it's a different smile,
Not a facade, a smile I haven't had in a while,
But they bearly notice,
It's all been so grisly,
But I will now bear out my soul,
And tell you that I am feeling whole.

Do bears **** in the woods?
GRAWWWW! Thats a bear noise,
Thank you for bearing with me,
But we bearly know each other,
So I just have to ask you one more question,
Do bears eat bearries?
Haha

I could have seen myself putting a ring on your finger,
But I apologise for now I realised the only ring I have given you
Is suffering.

I apologise, I wish you all the best with your new love interest.
I love you now and forever
-LWKL

My emotions are controlling,
But the saying I'm upholding,
"Life is less about consoling,
And more about prevention".
Giving a man a minor sentence,
For ****** with intention,
Is equivalent to a suspension,
Of a handicap veterans pension.
A complete chaotic corruption.

"Life is less about consoling,
And more about prevention",
For what good is encouraging,
A lady to have an abortion.
A victimless crime?
What about the soft spoken,
The fetus just waiting for its time.
Unable to speak like a mine,
The fetus awaits its inevitable end,
With nary support of a friend,
What good is consoling?

"Life is less about consoling,
And more about prevention",
What good is an insurance policy,
When a man shot down like an animal,
By a "rehabilitated" criminal.
What good is a life gone,
When prevention was an option.

Mimicing people who are ok,
Ostracising the heart,
Vowing to never bother the other person,
Imagining a life where you are ok
Never sleeping because demons lurk
Giving up hope of getting back together.

Openly admitting that you miss them
Never really did forget or stop missing them.

I don't think I will ever move on
But one day my emotions will be gone,
So when that day comes, I'll cherish memories,
As I pray to the gods that overlook the seas.
I won't ever be able to fully move on,
But its trying to is what counts right?
Maybe all in all I'll find a way to stop loving you,
But the chances of that are very slim.
But you've moved on....and all I can do
Is to wish you all the best.
And to let you know, he/she is lucky to have you.

I want to lay my head on your arm,
Get away from all the harm.
Been wondering if its the right thing to say,
But you always look beautiful every day.
It will be hard to forget such a soul,
The one that made me feel whole.
If only I was different or better,
My heart I will leave to you as debtor.
Now things are not the same,
Been wondering if I'm to blame.
Guess it must be me who's at fault,
For why else would your love just halt.
Soon it will all be fond reminders,
For me to find someone with your kindness.
It will all be a thing of the past,
But here's to the rhyme that's last.
Don't build a wall around your heart,
There's no way to tear it down once you start.

Oh how my heart went insane,
If it would change anything at all,
I would bear the weight of a crane,
Just to see and talk to you some more.

The love I was shown ran me over like a train,
Without them my brain and heart is going insane,
My heart had driven on the best lane,
So in my memory, forever a beautiful moment gained,
Maybe we weren't meant to be like abel and cain,
For your name won't ever change,
It will always be.......

Come December, I'll be out of University,
Only now has it occurred to me,
That it was the most peaceful place for me.
Names didn't riddle my brain or my soul,
I would leave feeling quite whole.

I have a close friend who kept me warm,
Friends who helped me forget things,
It was pleasant...

But the saying goes,
'Change is an inevitable part for humanity',
plus on the bright side I have a job.
It's much more peaceful than I had imagined.

I came to study the magical arts
But these troublesome three students
Hermione, Ron and harry,
Last semester those three students
Killed our defence against the dark arts teacher
I guess if he didn't stand against three kids,
How would he survive against the real dark arts,
Now this semester they're up to their shenanigans again
I wish I could just Wingardium Leviosa them off a cliff
But if I do that
Or even if I fail my grade this semester
My parents will probably Avada Kedavra me.

My inner turmoil is almost limitless
yet your patience seems to be infinite.
Some days I feel like I'm drowning
but I don't own it in pride or proudly.
My face goes beyond wrinkled lines
as if a frown could be a simple sign.
I have a hundred different smiles
and while some point to the sky
only three or four are truly happy
because I'm a dog without an owner
facing thousand others who won't own up,
so even without an owner
I'm somehow still feeling like a lackey.
So can you please find it in you
to come back and remind me
that when I need you, you'll be there.
My soul is bruised by inner turmoil,
so please go grab a shovel from the shed
and when I need it, please help bury me
in the sands, in the dirt and soul;
to relinquish the inner turmoil.

I was at the doctors and had an injection,
In between needles I pondered about life,
Of how a needle lived its life in perfection,
It lived it in absolute lack of strife.

I was never more jealous of an inanimate object,
It was perfect for its purpose unlike me,
I was reminded of all the time I was a reject,
And that was when I began to see.

That every rejection just made me closer,
To being the perfect fit for my purpose,
So I discarded the life of a lame poser,
And started brainstorming at first.

What was my real purpose in life?
Then I realised, it was to live without strife.

Upon inspection of my Economics readings
My face grew crimson with utter dread
Two hundreds pages completely unread.

I could write about a rose blossoming on manure
Rather than read a word about manure drowning a rose,
In other words I prefer to write about
A person ******* on society
Than read about society ******* on a person.

Treating the priceless as worthless
And the worthless polished as priceless.

The door knock came in
But I was busy running away
I'd learnt that away
Was how I would stay safe.
Little did I know
That it was out of my control,
the door knock came in
And I really hated being alone
So I left the door open.
I thought I would stay safe
Little did I know
that safe was synonymous with fate.
I found safety in your eyes,
That little devilish smile
And the way you'd make me laugh
Even though I've been too sad
To know how to smile
Yet you managed to show me again.

But that was not what happened.
The door knock came,
And I was not home to receive it;
Now I sit in grievance
Over how I let that heartbeat
That beats in tempo with mine
Vanish...

Remember a time when you cared about me and my life,
when lights were dim and you lit wood on fire just for me,
before 10:40 p.m was too late to talk to me because you cared,
and now I'm scared, sitting on the edge of my bed afraid
like a cat set astray, I'm afraid of what might come by being alone
because being at home was everything you made me feel
and now the steel, the wood, the bricks are all disappearing
and the searing memory burnt into my mind is all that is present.

Please tell me , do you care enough to tell me you're okay,
tell me about your day, what you feel you have to say,
just the way things had once been. I'm tired and alone
waiting for a hello that probably won't come.

I crave the attention but I'm dying for the reminder that you
at least care about me.

Do you still remember me? The guy who's heart has been hurting
worsened by the simple objects in my room, because my room
is painted purple yet feels blue because I have mental images
that spans limitless, all of which I spent time with you
watched the tissue get discarded onto the floor as we cry our eyes out
from the cloud of movies where a man falls in love with a girl
who becomes his whole world only to have things fall apart
as dismembered hearts sit atop the shelf of books untouched, dust filled
because unwilled hearts chose to separate, and life is so much like nature
left and right danger, trust is a hill and mutual care & love is a mountain,
so very worth it but yet so very hard to climb.