People don't hate each other
They're just
not like each other.

I fell in love once
I wrote poems about him
But no one read them
I drew his eyes
But no one saw them
I made songs about him
But no one heard them
I let him leave
Without telling him how I feel
Was that fair?

To love, is to wait , to feel , to notice , to hear, to care without expecting to be loved too.

we live to forget
faces, days and dreams lost
we laugh unaware
that even laughter fades.
we die
not just because life ends
but because memories fade.
those left behind
will live on
too busy to remember us.
so what are we??
just brief thoughts
that disappear
into the silence
that forgets everything..