To all the boys out there,
She reminded me how cruel I was, how abusive I was that I often spoke in a language written for silver tongue liars. Syllables and pronoun games she felt true and faithful, only I was belittling her with my unspoken desires and lies.
Nothing would ever get done if I waited until tomorrow. Most men think women come and go as time ticking past the sorrow, and change is not what we need, it's growth. It can't be achieved if you're all worried about limitations. Our pride consists of crippling their honesty and wasted their times by lying to them. There's no pleasure in breaking-in and out of a woman's heart. Don't make the same mistakes I did. Cherish them and be one with them, and show them the highest of respect.

There's something in the air,
cold winter stares.
Carrion of the deer seems fair
and the sun stops its glares.

The pack of wolves left,
leaving their food untouched.
For a moment,
the feast was great,
but the storms greater.
The pack howled for the unseen moon,
retreating to their home, their shelter.

Carrion of the deer seems fair
with the snow and nature's affair.

I take a moment, to look at your photos
every time before I sleep,
every time after I wake,
I draw breath and sigh, often so deep,
imagine me with you, at a lake.

Time has not been so well,
neither of us talks to one another.
It's my fault this but stale,
I wonder if a day, where we again are together.
Perhaps this time you'd trust me and fell
in love with me worth a lifetime over.