Is there a reason we cry?
Is it the pain of our broken hearts?
That feeling when nothing else matters.
Is it the overwhelming fixture of sorrows?

Why do we get hurt by those we care about the most?
How can one think so casually with no regrets?

I don’t know what it is exactly,
But I like you!
And that is all that matters
Maybe it’s your face or the curvaceous shape of your angelic body
I just don’t know!

What I do know is that your smile provokes a weakened heart
Your personality triggers a flame that is burning low
And your lips speak the intriguing language of affection

I do think you’re worth the effort
I do think you’re worth the pain!

Maybe it’s the color of my skin?
                       Or
Maybe it’s the genetical components that represents such strong culture!?

But really, it’s only a matter of whether the shirt fits the shoulder (it lays on) that wears it.
                         Then again!
Sometime, the shoulder to be dressed isn’t the one (desired)(needed) used.
                    
                        I Will Be Back!

Confused, but focused
Broken, but completed
Lost, but self desired

The journey has not ended, it (has) is only just (started) the beginning.

Ever had that feeling?
Yeah! That same feeling.
The one that makes you want to relax the muscles in your face.
You know what I am talking about;
That moment when both sides of your cheeks lift simultaneously, creating an endearing lustre.
As the glory of your eyes give in, allowing the sincerity of your happiness to release.
Your lips then decide to separate, causing the left and right commissures of your mouth to slowly drift apart. This then allow your teeth to stand alone, portraying those pearly white coats.
It is that feeling!
Being in that moment reminds you of everything you once enjoyed,
As you dissipate every dark shadow that tries to destroy.
It is as if the sun and moon is finally at peace,
Never to clustered
Never too meek
But yet, you will be at ease.
Do you want to know what I am talking about?
I bet you have been preconsciously thinking about it.
It is “smile”, “ laughter”, “joy” and “happiness”.

Never feel guilty of not happy, only feel guilty for not smiling.

I am awaiting your presence;
As if my body is in shock and I am freezing to death.
With only one intention, which feeds into an urge to love.
A permissive thought, that only you could bring by touching me once again.

Dying for the plica interdigitalis to be again connected,
And the volar surface of our hands to re-ignite the flame, that once blazed vigorously.

I am awaiting your presence;
To see that beautiful smile
One that lightens my spirit of laughter and joy.

Until then I will remain cold, empty, frustrated like a deserted man waiting for his chance to escape.
Life without you is comparable to the very arteries of our body,
pushing oxygenated solution from the heart to keep the rest of its system alive.
With the exception that, this solution is missing its solvent.
A substance that possesses fluidity,
Your presence would once again rehydrate this dilapidated body.

This leaves me to wonder,
That may be my body would just surrender
To the force of the lacrimal gland, secreting its solution into a hysterical cry.

I am awaiting your presence;
To smell that natural aroma of life
A sense of freshness that illustrates the feeling of springtime once again.
One that will magically open the doors to my heart,
Moving through each of its four chambers, exposing my wall of love.

Open for change, like a plant with blossoms ready to expose its true beauty to the world.
But!!
Take your time because when you do grace me with your presence, your presence will be eternal.

Small and Stocky, but is made to be feared
Thin and tall, delusion she shares
Forget about approaching her
Or you will be scared

Like a python, One Bite Kills!

Beautiful on the outside, but mean within
She will never take your needles for pins
So be careful of her smiles
And also her frowns
You should never mistake her for a clown.

One mistake I tell you,
And her eyes will pierce right through your heart
Like the works of a drill.

When I speak to you, you think I am contradicting -Myself-
But it is the same contradiction that is misleading -Us-
To the road of understanding.

A place where the leaves move according to the wind that blows
And the birds' synchronize their flying as they go.
A place where - I - will speak to you poetically,
And then -We- will never suffer because of them.