Im sorry I ask of so much,
This heart of mine needs too much,
Hungry that i am,
My desire burns with every swallow,
I need more, more than you can ever give,
More than u will ever know.
My need for irrelevent things highlight the minutes of my day,
Every second without them a pain,
What to do?,
You are incapable of satisfying thirst of my indigent heart.
Yet, still, you try, you angelic creature , Yet you still try
Why, oh, why do you attempt of completing my requests,
When you know I can make this your lifes quest?,
Why do you try when you know of the end,
When you know a thankyou would not be said?,
I love you, yet still I burn you,
I scorch you with my tongue,
Yet still  your heart's melodic love is sung.
Thankyou Lord for blessing me with wonderful beings,
Who forgive the poisonous snake in my mouth,
Which lashes out again and again,
until a wish of mine is fullfilled.

She still lay hunched over,
It had all happened in a blur,
She tried not to recall,
But it was all she could do about,
What happened was;
A nightmare, devastation.
Her innocence corrupted, like the gum on the road
Under her nose.
It was happening
She had just become another victim,
A possibilty she had never phantomed,
She listened to her heart's rythum,
She wished for it to stop,
She tried and tried,
To wipe her tears,
To muffle her sobs,
To get up and run,
But all she could do was,
To think what he had done.

It's okay,
If youre keeping the tears at bay,
It's okay,
To feel betrayed,
It's okay,
If you want to ask him why,
It's okay,
If you can't keep it inside,
It's okay,
If your mind's wandering into the empty milky way,
Its okay,
If the mountains echo with your cries,
But it's not okay,
To be okay with it.

I was never yours,
Or so you said,

You always held me,
But at an arms length,

You took me to my favourite place,
But let me be nothing more than a stranger,

You were always there for me,
Physically yes, deaf ear and all,

You laughed at my jokes,
But counted down minutes for it to end,

A threat of abdoning,here and there
After all i was never yours right?

I understand, it was my fault,
Ofcourse it was,

I existed,
the perfect explaination of all.

She frowned,
She swallowed,
She feared,
She panicked,
She needed,
She tensed,
She ******,
She screamed,
She flinched,
She cried,
She cursed,
She panted,
She waited,
She squinted,
She pleaded,
She thwarted,
She cracked,
She wailed,
She yelled,
she stuttered,
She fussed,
She wobbled,
She tripped ,
She whispered,
"I'm never getting  waxed again".

To,
All the flowers whose petals I have plucked,
If I only knew He never really truly loved,
To all the tyres I burned,
If I only knew they wouldn't change their minds ,
To all the trees I had cut down,
If I only knew my book wasn't to be published.

Therefore;
To all the mothers that cried because of me,
If I only held patience rather; when their Child bullied me,
To all my loved ones I say sorry,
If you only knew I could never change truly,
I'm sincerely sorry.

No,
To all the teachers I spoke behind,
No, You were never that; of an ingenious mind,
To all those friends I lost, because of my losing temper,
If I only knew, you weren't as forgiving as my mother.

If only,
All the loss my body had to bear,
And the Childish trinkets my body had to fear,
How heedlessly and needlessly wasted, were my tears,
I knew,
I'm deeply sorry.

To all my guides who thought I aimed at nothing but the best,
If they only knew how afraid I was of my everyday life test,
I'm but sorry.

'Oh what a beautiful picture!'
       ' Oh what a beautiful girl in it!'

           'Oh yes, a beautiful picture!'
  'Oh what do you about the girl in it?'

    Her eyes betray her ancient grief,
   A new shelter every week; with no      
                    home in between,

Her smile wide, hiding her fears her      
      minds been so with preocupied      
          Would he come in tonight?

     Her cheeks flushed, shamed to be      
                        anoeroxic,
     Afterall, no one likes less than a      
              perfect ***** to be with,

     Her makeup fresh, her scar invisible  
                      underneath it,
   Should have never accepted all those    
             hits and kicks to begin with,

     Her shoulders back; they hurt,
   Her bump showing; eight months to      
       go and she does'nt even know it.

           'Oh yes a beautiful picture!'
           'Oh what a broken girl in it!'

You asked for anything,
I gave you everything instead,

You asked for just a tissue,
I gave you my favourite hanky instead,

When I asked for anything,
You gave me nothing instead,

I gave you more than my infinity,
You gave me nothing more than lies instead.

Sunshine caresses graves all day,
  It does'nt make a difference,
     But it does, to them.

They call it war of peace,
Yet the pebbles on the road shudder with violence,

They call it war of solutions,
Yet people are running out of options,

Less a neighbourhood everyday,
Less a family every hour,

The call it the war for second chances,
Yet the brushes of bruises never dissapear,

They call it a war of retribution,
Yet this is nothing but false accusation,

They call it a war of victory,
Yet time is drowning in misery,

They call it war of overcoming fears,
Yet dread thickens our atmosphere;
nightmare, now inevitable future,

They call it a war for another sunrise,
Yet the blood on lillies  seems to thicken,

They call it a war of success,
Oh please; tell that to the oppressed