I am an artist, painting smiles on faces,
Bringing joy to the world, filling empty spaces.
But on my own canvas, a different scene unfolds,
An unpleasant surface where ink rarely molds.

It's ironic how I bring color to others' lives,
Yet my own canvas remains untouched, deprived.
The brush hesitates, unwilling to leave a mark,
As if my own existence is lost in the dark.

But perhaps there's beauty in this untouched space,
A rawness that holds a different kind of grace.
For the canvas that yearns for color and ink,
Can inspire empathy, making others think.

In my imperfections, there lies a unique art,
A vulnerability that touches deep within the heart.
For it is through our struggles and untold pain,
That true empathy and compassion can reign.

So, as I paint smiles upon each sad, empty face,
I find solace in knowing my own canvas holds its place.
An artist with an unfinished artwork, it's true,
But a story that speaks, creating a different view.

Yes, I'm still the guy you found charming,
The one who halted your self-harming.
I'm the lad who sparked your rebirth,
Helping you break free from addiction's curse.

As the one you once called family,
I remain the lost talent, Emily.
Child of a man who nurtured your growth,
The lad who treated you with respect, not loath.

I cherished the sound of your laughter,
Guiding every chapter, together after.
I ignited the fire of your deepest desire,
Yet that flame eventually expired.

I took on the blame when you were just a school kid,
In that night you sought solace in smoking ****.
I was the one you bowed to and thanked,
Teaching you basketball till you slam dunked.

Though our paths may have diverged,
The memories we shared will never be purged.
For I was once a significant part of your story,
An influence that shaped your journey to glory.

She says she cannot love me now, for I lack money,
She deems me unworthy, not sweet as honey.
But love should transcend material wealth,
A connection rooted in heart and soul, not material stealth.

For love is not measured by the size of a bank,
Nor by the sweetness of honey, a temporary rank.
It blossoms in moments of care and compassion,
In genuine gestures and heartfelt expression.

True love sees beyond monetary gain,
It cherishes the essence, the joy, the pain.
It values the depth of character and soul,
Far beyond what material possessions hold.

So let her choose the path she deems right,
But know that love cannot be bought with a plight.
For when love is pure, it embraces you for who you are,
Regardless of money or honey, it transcends far.

None will understand the footprints in the sand,
The magic held within, the wand in your hand.
Bangles on your wrist, an untold story they bear,
And wagons with bands, creating melodies in the air.

None will know the bond, like I do,
Between the sun and moon, forever in view.
Flowers that bloom, their colors so bright,
Gone too soon, in the realm of day and night.

In goodbyes and gloom, an affair only shared,
Like chess and its pawn, a game of hearts bared.
Home and alone, in solace we find,
And in the cold, the horn's mournful grind.

The secrets they hold, the ocean's blue hue,
In between, the unseen, a connection so true.
None will perceive, only I have the clue,
In these whispers of life, shared between me and you.

I am the lad who'll take on the world for you,
With unwavering courage and love so true.
Through mountains and valleys, I'll fearlessly roam,
Facing the unknown, making your heart my home.

In battles of life, I'll fight by your side,
Defending your dreams, with love as my guide.
No challenge too daunting, no distance too far,
I'll conquer it all, just to be where you are.

For you are my light, my reason to strive,
Together we'll conquer, as love comes alive.
In this vast world, our love will endure,
A bond so strong, forever secure.

Maybe we were going nowhere or somewhere,
Our paths uncertain, destiny's secrets to bear.
But in our comfort, we clipped our wings and feathers,
Forgetting the dreams that once bound us together.

Lost in the solace of finding one another's embrace,
We settled into a rhythm, a comfortable space.
But in the process, we stifled our flight,
Denying the yearning for adventures and new heights.

The winds of change whispered their gentle plea,
To reclaim our wings, to set our spirits free.
For comfort can breed complacency, my dear,
And complacency extinguishes the flame we hold dear.

So let us dare to spread our wings once more,
To chase the horizons we've longed for before.
Embrace the uncertainty, the thrill of the unknown,
And rediscover the passion that once brightly shone.

Together, let's mend our clipped wings and feathers,
Rekindle the fire that burns for grand endeavors.
For in finding each other, we discovered a spark,
A shared desire to soar, to venture, to embark.

No more settling for comfort's gentle snare,
But to embrace the journey, with all its flair.
With wings mended and feathers intact,
We'll chart a course, side by side, in love's impactful act.

So let's set our sights on somewhere further,
Embrace the unknown, with hearts full of fervor.
Unfolding our wings, we'll explore, hand in hand,
Discovering the beauty of a limitless, boundless land.

Ever heard the story of a girl who coughed out a tumor?
I'm not sure it happened, it was weaved in rumor.
Whispers spread wide, painting a bizarre tale,
Of a medical marvel that seemed too surreal.

They spoke of a girl, consumed by a dire plight,
Who, with each cough, expelled her own inner fight.
A tumor expelled, escaping her fragile frame,
Astonishing many, leaving them lost in acclaim.

Yet skeptics arose, questioning the grandeur,
Doubting the truth of this remarkable lure.
Fact or fiction, the legend remains unclear,
A tale that lingers, shrouded in doubt and fear.