We really can't recognize happiness as much as we recognize and name pain or sadness.

It's so easy for us to say that we are sad and lonely yet we can't even bring to admit and say that we are happy.

We can describe and picture pain  down to the last detail yet we can't say a single word about bliss.

Why is that?

We are all the same buildings
But with different foundations
Variety of colorful and bleak paints
And the mismatched furnitures inside us
That make us look -complete otherwise

Is there a liquor strong enough to fix me
Strong enough to make me forget who you are
Forget your name.
Maybe if I drink enough, the memory of you will come out with all this food I had earlier today.
Is there a liquor that tastes better than your kiss
Feels better than your arms
I've searched many bottles and have yet to find this liquor that people say mends their pain.

it was that time in the evening where the sun disappears from the water colour sky
and all that's left is pale blue tint
i hope somewhere you are looking at this sky
and thinking what i'm thinking

if it was meant to stay
then it would have
what if it was meant
to be lost all along?
what if you're holding
on to the wrong one?
try to think about it

He told her she was the most beautiful thing in the world, but he lied.

She heard him promise that his love will never fade, yet he lied.

He said he'll never leave her, and guess what? He lied.

She believed him when he said he will never lie again. It was stil  a lie.

He told her he was lying all along and that was the last lie she received.