he's someone i can never begin to explain
this we have is something new
but at the same time something real
i can never begin to explain
but i can say
he's something
he's something worth it

all these letters
all these words
i can't seem to make up
one little sentence
to let you know how i feel

all these numbers
all these signs
i can't seem to follow
what makes me call you mine

how to be like Barney?
how can i stop being sad
whenever i'm sad
and be awesome instead.
How?

they say;
Cross that bridge when you get there.
question is:
When will I get to that bridge?

we are so busy falling in love
we tend to forget how hard it is to fall too deep
and to be in pain so bad we become busy hurting

not all superheroes wear capes*
then not all villains wear masks;
see through more than what meets the eye

i hear the wind
sometimes raindrops too
i feel the heat of the sun
at night, i see the light of the moon

i can’t go out
for a better view
or a better feel

but i know
i am grateful
to still be breathing

i am just so tired of trying to be someone i am not
someone i can never be
i am so tired of trying to be noticed
and loved
and cared for
i am trying
but i am so tired

each and every passing day
you never fail to make me realize
how im such a disappointment
and how she's better than me
and how i can never live up to your expectations

each and every passing day
you make me want to hate myself
more than i ever do

because each and every passing day
you make me feel
that i am not worth it.

even if i want to cry
even if i want to forget
even if i want to get over it
and move on
i can't
because you're everything
that's right in my life
even if sometimes it may feel
so wrong

family is everthing
family is love
family is home
family is light
family is forever

it is in this moment
when i just want to speed up
minutes turning into hours
days turning into months
months turning into years
because im too tired
too helpless
too afraid

I am tired of waiting
For you to text me first
For you to say good night
For you to say "i love you"

For once, I'll be the first
To say good bye.

at the back of my mind...
i'm still hoping..
waiting.

i miss you
i miss what we had
even if it was unclear
even if it was never special
i miss you
and i wonder
what we could have been
even if there was never an us

i seem to have forgotten
how you make me feel
with just one text
my lips form a smile
my heart skips a beat

this is the feeling
i never want to forget
ever again.

it is when someone leaves
that i feel most unhappy
but the thought of them coming back
gives me the slightest bit of joy

Remember that time,
When you told me to close my eyes?
I did.
But, when I opened them,
You were gone.
Just gone.

i have been figuring life
for 19 years
and still i ain't got no clue
how to live with the *******
how to survive the **** ups
how to deal with life's crap

Love came to conquer;
Love came to win.
Death came to take
What love had built.

it's annoying when you get hurt
because being hurt means pain
and what's worse is knowing
that you can only be hurt
by the ones you love

love is like
holding a pen
and writing your own story
delivering out the best lines
giving the idea of the best scenes
sometimes making your mistakes
trying to erase your errors
covering them up
even wanting to tear the page off
doing everything to make them right
that is love
love is your story
no matter how good
or bad
the chapter may be
love is worth reading

you never get tired, don't you?
never losing patience when we are being immature
never yelling when we become unreasonable
never getting tired of being the light of our home
you never get tired.
and i can never thank you enough
for not giving up
for not getting tired.

i love you, mom.

mom,
your smile not only give light to our home;
but also to our life.
you are by each and every way
my most favorite woman in the world.
i love you to the milky way and back.
Always.
Happy Mother's Day!

can you please
for once,
make me feel as special?
as important?

When I look at you
I see myself.
Like I’m staring at my own reflection.
When you speak,
I hear my voice.
Like it was taped to be heard.
When you dance,
I see my own movements.
Like it was rehearsed from the beginning.
The difference;
When you talk,
People listen.
When I smile,
People go away.
We are the same
In almost every angle.
But different
In any aspect possible.