Dance as the Sun slips away,
and as the night drain by,
we slowly decay,
into a sweet, sweet lullaby.

I never really understood,
The point in being good.
They tell you to be nice,
Or you’d pay the price.

They tell you to be subtle,
Don’t cause any trouble.
You’d make life tougher,
And leave more people to suffer.

Whoever is that dude,
Just don’t be rude.
Get rid of that attitude
Then you’ll find gratitude.

They tell you to be helpful,
Or you live a life regretful.
You can reduce all the hate,
Now wouldn’t that be great?

They tell you to be caring,
Be a wonderful blessing.
Always lend an ear,
To remind them you are here.

All the poems I ever wrote,
No one came by with a boat.
When my feelings sunk deep,
I just cried myself to sleep.

I don’t understand at all,
I tried to be nice
I tried to be caring
I tried to be helpful
I tried to be subtle
I tried not to be rude
I tried to be there for people
I tried.

I don’t get what this is all about
But **** this, I’m out.

She likes me, I like her
But we're not together

I know a story, sentimental or not,
a story of a pair of twin, in love with all they got,
may it be an assumption, but one seemed to rot,
and in all obviousness, his being was soon to be caught.
And so it began with mother filled with love,
she gave her all for the two lil monster like a dove,
but yet in sudden out of their life she was shoved,
and feelings of them both were soon to be disposed off.
Details of most honestly can't be told,
but soon they were apart yet their heart were still the same old,
the one which was violated had his room filled with mirrors,
which was assumed as narcissistic but the truth wasn't any nearer.
Till the end was it only known,
but it was too late for all feelings to be shown;
*because the reflection wasn't of himself, but of his twin that he deeply love,
for a protection, for a safety, that he never ever did felt of.