Years have passed
But months still left
Feelings have altered
As people have changed
You are not there
Still ur aroma exists in the air

With every passing second
It reminds me of past weekends
Surpassed evenings together
Hits me though harder
Daydreaming about our unwriten future
Makes me feel better

Numerous blank hours now eat me
Which were insufficient once
Dew bespangled grasses' desperation now is at the peak
Unaware of the fact that,Their beloved stole will never come back to soak them meek

Coolness of breeze has lost its charm
As u r not there to lock urself in my arm
Moon is demanding Eclipse every now and then
Since u stopped coming to our lane

Eyes now dried after flowing since eras
U r nt there so they lost their aura
Fingers have numbed, missing the grasp of urs
They do want to ***** themselves by countless anchors

Meeting of my own lips now stings me like a scorpion
Since u left,I have turned thorns into my minions
Withered rose though replaced by fresh
Still they wail silently in haze

Digging today my buried past
I want to live those moments once
Still I wonder Why!!!
But there is nothing left except lie...............

I hope this strikes a nerve in you
To tell you that yes
I have blood in me too.

Someone was shot today
Execution style on their knees
Weak and unable to live on their feet
For fighting for what they believe.

All anyone ever wanted in life was peace
If you close your eyes like Lennon said
You'd see more than you would with them open

Black
White
Asian
Hispanic
Russian
Cuban
I don't care what you are

We all bleed red.
If it's blood that is  needed to be spilled to show

Then take it from the history books.
War shouldn't be all we know.

One day I want my babies to feel safe
And have friends of every race
And love the color of their blood,
Not just the color of their skin.

I want them to love the person they love
Because their personality is colorful.

I don't want them to care about equality
Because we're all God's children
He put us all here.
Isn't that equal enough?

i know there have been moments where you pulled yourself down the stairs just to collapse onto the kitchen floor
i know there have been moments where you repeated,
"i will most certainly not make it out of this alive"
and you wake up the next morning and make it an inch further
my dear dramatic girl
there is no fault in loving with all of your heart
you will grow up and know what each word he presses to your chest means
you will have an Oxfords Dictionary for every time he tells you he was just out late
but if you keep putting pieces of you into everyone who runs their finger over your lips
or tells you "forever" as if it hasn't already lost its meaning
you will lose yourself
do not let the world desensitize you to its contents
theres nothing more tragic than watching a romantic become a cynic
you are full of a quality you cannot let every boy that stops loving you when it's convenient take from you
you are truthful and forgiving
you are trusting
and whats left of your heart is safety-pinned onto your sleeve
your heart belongs to you alone and i know its been a while since you heard this, but
you are full without people miles away telling you that they think you'd look pretty without your clothes on
dust it off,
lie on the kitchen floor and remember what it felt like when you said
"i will most certainly not make it out of this alive"
for when you wake up one morning and forget how it sounds
to be despondent in love
do not let the world take you and spread you over people who push you to fill pieces of them they have lost in others
you are prevailing every time you whisper
"i love you, too"