It can be determination
but if it leads to manipulation,
It is already exploitation.

It can be coincidental
but if it becomes incidental,
It is no longer accidental.

It can be impressive
but if it forces people to be submissive,
It is being oppressive.

It can be thoughtful
but if it is just going to be playful,
It is then not purposeful.

It can be everything
but if it is not leading to something,
It is eventually nothing.

A start of something new and at the same time a beginning to an old end.
Experiences is what we all face.
Let's encounter them together
our most desires .. Feed eachothers soul and gain the ability to love forever.

I miss her..
I miss her when we laughed together
I miss her..
I miss her
I miss her

It can all go wrong
In the matter of seconds you can be shattered into pieces ...
Millions of pieces that will slowly and surly recover .
Some heal faster then others and some slower.  
I personally feel that you need the right ones to help you sprout into a whole
once again...
It can all go wrong
In the matter of seconds who do you think is the right one from them all.. .?

If you could have
told me I was
a broken clock
that's right only twice a day
and those two times
weren't enough
after so many years
I would have
stopped trying
to ***** a sail
in the middle of you
trying to make you
a boat
to go to new places on
I would have realized
we were at a port
in a city
already underwater
forgotten by all but few
but a few that forgot
love is an anchor
that pulls you
to the depths
until
you are choking on words
and spitting out tears
when I cried
next to you
I licked
the salted water
off of my lip
you told me
it was beautiful
how I tasted my own tears
and I learned an argument
could end
if I became beautiful
but I wish I had been told
that beauty
wouldn't stop arguments
from beginning
because I did my makeup
and lost weight
then worried
the paint on my eyes would smudge
as tears came out
and didn't have
the same body to hold
when I fell into fetal position
you didn’t catch me
acting beautiful anymore
but caught me
putting on the act
of looking it
I wish I had known
the two times a day
that I would be right
would not be moments
but a second each