Referred to as a coin toss
Would they really know the cost?
Saying better to have loved and lost
than not to have at all
I don't know which is worse
or which would cause more hurt
to never have known of such love
or lose it to an endless search

You left and I thought it would leave a hole. But I've been healing.
I found the problem
You were the problem  
6 years of mental lacerations
Call me crazy again.

Your gone and I no longer feel dead.
Please stay away forever. Just go **** another one of my friends.  
I'll be fine. Trust me, without you I'll be fine.    

I know I'll find someone and I'll find solace in myself. I found closure at the point of this pen.
I'm just concerned you won't find the same peace on your back on a strangers bed.
Your happiness is at the bottom of a bottle and stars around your head.

Music is a part of one's growing heart and soul

God's gift for the creation he made
and designed on within time and void

Music itself was a born soul
of it's own living in us to soar

It is a powerful and fearsome
soul to tends to overpower
us at our weakest or golden moments
at hand to strike in silence

At birth, birds sing and bell chimes
to welcome the new souls
come forth from the heavens

At death, the sound of the fallen rain
and bells rings to pay their goodbyes
and respects for their met again with the gods

I am neither a musician nor a writer
I am a plain and simple soul
who adores writing, singing,
and paint my soul out on paper

Music brings joys, happiness,
sadness, anger, and many feelings
from the heart and soul

It has done much wonders and chaos
to the humanity of the passing time
on this land of earth we bound

The attune of each song,
the words of every feelings
being pour without a rest of mind,
each strum or tune of one's heart
into the blank paper

Has made many confuse hearts
and lost souls come together,
to become one at peace
again, to be diverse

It is amazing to see
what music does
it brings people
together, anywhere
and any time of moment

Music changes people,  for better or worst
it does depends on what tune
your heart and soul desires
from today and onwards

oh, what a thrill
to want him so bad it makes you ill
a desire so strong it makes you weak
he who ties your ******* knot so that you cannot speak

he whose gaze penetrates your very core
he who makes you forget what your heart is for
you do not tell him, you do not lie
he makes you forget you ever wished to die

she is probably calling him now on the phone
asking him who has been writing these silly poems
he will lay down beside her when he gets home
she will forget the importance of being alone

oh, what a thrill
to want him so bad it makes you ill
a love so unrequited, i must endure
i am reminded why prevention is better than cure

I was afraid of the storm and the power it possessed
I thought it was rude and angry
It was a large man thundering out vicious words like rain
I watched as veins flashed across his face like lightening
I would lay terrified in bed as he lit up my room and darkened my skies
He would turn off all the lights if my attention was divided
Forcing me to listen to his every word
To absorb them like rain on the dry earth
As I grew fear turned to awe
Instead of hiding, I sat outside and watched the beauty unfold
As the Earth came alive and I watched clouds fight like children in the sky
They tossed and turned, dodged and tumbled over each other
But when the booming, motherly, voice of reason could not reign them in
Her hands would flash out like lightenings to separate them
She opened the skies like floodgates
The clouds dropped their faces to the Earth as muttered apologies poured from them like rain
As awe turned to jealousy, I knew I was wrong before
The storm was like me and had a story to tell
Unlike me the storm was brave enough to say it and strong enough to make you listen
I wanted to make the world hear me
But no matter how I tried, how I screamed, the world shut me out
So I used the storm
I wrote my story and sent it to the moon
And the thunder tells my story for me.