We write things we don't understand,
We write about the feelings erupting inside,
The story behind every smile,
The sadness behind every tear,
We write about the things that keep us awake late at night,
And the things that awake us from a deep slumber,
We are not only poets but story tellers as well.

*Of our own daily life, write more, express more and hurt less.

I spoke icily,
Only because I'm hurting,
The sky exploded.

I speak, I cry, I feel
But who’s on the other end?
I’m fighting,
I’m trying,
It takes forever just to handle a day,
It is hard and suffocating,
But I am still standing
I will survive
No matter what,
It is mine, this life
And it will be me,
Who decides when it ends
I love, I give, and I try
Though it’s hard,
But it’s worth the suffering
Every step, every moment
A new live is born
But at the same time
A life is taken away
Will I be one of them?
No, not until I fall in complete
Devastation
I’ll stand as long
As I am in this battlefield
I’ll live to tell the tale.

I was told,
Crying shows weakness
To never cry
In front of others
So I never did,
Every time I felt like crying
I showed a smile
That would make people believe,
I was happy
To laugh off others joke,
That was killing me inside out
I smiled,
I felt like crying,
But I held it in
I looked at people,
With a gentle smile
They never noticed,
How much tears,
Have been held inside
It’s killing me,
It really is
I want to cry out loud,
And show people,
What I really feel
But I can’t,
Because it shows weakness
So instead,
I cry inside,
Causing a major flood.

I speak from experience,
Don’t love a person twice,
Only his appearance,
Could turn you into icy ice.

I speak these words,
Because they are lonely truths,
They stab like swords,
To show and not to soothe.

Believe me or not,
The love you feel is very tight,
Like a single knot,
But easily untied.

Only the one,
Can make you feel at ease,
But it is not to be the one,
Who easily release.

It is then when you know,
Who is the one who is truly worth,
When you ask questions like what and how?
And feel the entire Earth.

Again I say,
It is truly pain,
But endure another day,
Just right after the rain,

And there it is, the perfect sun.