Whenever I think about being loved,
I think about all those small moments.
You know, the small gestures people do.
The way they go out of their way to say, "I love you."
With their kind smiles,
and teasing pokes,
and questions about how're you're doing...
However, sometimes there's just not enough small moments in a day.
And maybe that's why there just isn't enough people feeling loved.

Finally, someone to stick around again.
Too bad we don't know what will happen in two months.
I'm graduating, you're just starting out.

Too bad we don't know what's going to happen in two days.  
Whatever these two weeks were is probably over already.

I hate Valentine's Day.
I'm angry with God for always making it
the worst time of year
in my love life.

Back to that thing that might end it all.
I find out officially this week.

Maybe you were carrying it, maybe I was.
Both of us were careless enough about it, so it doesn't really matter.
Perhaps you will surprise me, and come to the conclusion we can work through it.
Perhaps you have it, too. Then it doesn't matter.
Hopefully you don't.
I have to let you decide what you are willing to risk.
I can't ask you to risk anything for me.  

What's worse? Telling you or imagining the scenarios that will come of it
God, please don't let me cry.

It's only been two weeks. This may have been over in a day but now the possibility isn't even there.

**** this, **** that, **** my ******* habit.

I didn't ask for this. I didn't ask for you. Why couldn't I just have been happy with myself, for once?

People are fascinated by extremely beautiful things
Like me, I love the sweetest of the Sparrows who sing
In dulcet tones round Earth she resonates and rings
My hearts bliss she effortlessly brings
The sweetest of Sparrows on truest route
Goes sweeping, soaring at one in the Noon
Borne aloft on warm, gentle zephyr
Her exquisite beating heart abloom
Imbued with deep and luscious ember
That burned until her life's December
Her cosmic joy her tune remembers
Warbled out in divine timbre
Sparrow, Sparrow in the air
Wings like arrows, feathers rare
Tuneful auras, shroud her song
A rhapsody, around, along
No gray reason restrains rhyme
As it spills throughout time
Sparrow, sparrow in the air
What wry spark is hiding there?

Is it you? or is it me?
Am I the sad one for finding happiness in the rainiest day
Or is it you for only seeing the sky when the sun is out?
If the Sky can cry when the world destroys it with its disgusting fumes,
why cant I when my sadness has engraved itself into my being?
If the Earth can shake in anger, when its people has left it in ruins,
why cant I when my anxiety has masked itself has my closest and truest friend?  
If you're terrified of words your friends may say, why cant I be terrified of the noises I hear in my head over and over again?
Your emotions are of this world, mine stem from somewhere your imagination has yet to be.

Absent friends this is not the time to fight
To be preoccupied with saving face
If Heart pursued its righteous, truest course
It'd lend care to one who fell from Grace
By digging in heels with feuds and grudges
We only gratify our deplorable, darkest side
Bad blood is unbecoming to you too you know
But that I alone was problem you implied
But there for the Grace of God go I
Is the apposite idiom for you
Think how bad it would have been
If you'd been taken ill on passion's pews
But imploring you is like begging an abyss
For your minds are shut to sun
But fear not, I've arisen again
And with untold zest away I'll run

Bitter promises made with the
trembling hands that shook,
smiled with lips and teeth,
yet heart beating the eyes
to flood the parched coasts
and love was sealed with
a bond of time, some few
months to which we dealt.
Funny and shameless a
story to many, Yet dark
and sweet it is to us, cuz
some stories mean to be
only understood by some.
weeping eyes were happy
the day we both confessed,
but heart broke everytime
to recall the remaining time.

The months passed today,
the time dealt, ended.
But the hands that dealt,
didn't sign off today.
A kiss broke the promise
of a break, A new story,
a new pen, set off for,
a new voyage today...