It's 4 me, 2 let u know
I am so glad that I have u
through all these years
I am so thankful.
now that ive grown
I'll always be
thinkin' of you
w/all the things, you taught
me so, always remember.
I'll be alright, I'll be okay
I will be good ('free'), Learning all the way
all from the heart these things I do
I'll make u proud, bcoz I <3 u

I feel foolish by the lack of words between us, and yet,
I sit here waiting for some sort of connection to magically happen,
The silence sounds loud when I think of you,
I have expected too much and once again, I end up in agony, although,
your voice is a melody that I can never get enough of,
and when your eyes twinkle like the stars in the sky,
it's because you're so far away in the galaxy and I can't stay,
I will search for the right words to make you come back,
we crossed paths accidentally for a reason, and even though I have never been a believer of coincidences,
I will wait and wait, and maybe if i am lucky,
I'll be enough for you.

Lust is like the beautiful scent of a rose,
alluding you under the false pretense until you lose all your senses,
it will start to slowly linger until the ***** of its thorn becomes visible,
then lust will no longer be something you adore.

They tell me that one day someone will come into my life and make everything feel right again,
but how can they? I've always longed for things I can't have, people that don't return.
I have never felt the sublimity of anyone's presence like I did with yours, nevertheless, I pushed you away.
I always do this, when I finally find something good worth keeping, the fear of losing it makes me subconsciously push it away.
I let everything get the best of me, not realizing what I'm worth, I never keep what I deserve.
I am brimming with secrecy inside of me, your presence still lingers within me.
The truth was never meant to be seen, only touched and left for eternity to disintegrate.
Even if we were destined to be, I think it's only imaginary.

Do not try to remember the tales of how we met or ended
I was there when the fiery passion of our broken souls burned the city to ashes
you will always try to find your way back to me, in old dusty books,
in the signs on the street, in our songs that seem so lost to me now.
You were like a mirage in disguise, alarmingly enlightening.
I am spirling in a maze, a labyrinth, I'm getting dizzy going round and round through the same old thing.
I remain still not wanting to remember the feeling, of being with you