The river and oceans natural elements
The oceans used to clensed the mind and soul
The oceans and rivers have tides and waves
But not to wash away the memory

You gambled away
with her heart and feelings
left her out in the cold
all alone

You try so hard to
wonder why she didn't come
back when clearly you
were the problem to her solution

The sky a darkened camouflage green
The ground a clear pitched blue
The sun a vivid ghost white
And the clouds a bright mustard yellow

You never realise how completely worthless
something is, up until the electricity goes off

so*  colorful  and  bright  like  a  flowe­r
so  lively  and  cheerful  like  a  *­child
once were they all,
but the winds of hardship turned them into
burning*  paper   and   *hole

Beyond measure lies the dismay,
Those broken inside out can not be happy any way
But worries can not be shunned,
They follow you as long as you stay
Pick up the brush of gratification,
And grey your life with felicity day after day

Soft and tender existence with fragrance of love and warmth,
Affection and nourishment that gives one comfort as if heaven came down upon earth,
never will I forget her love,an angel who gave me birth
Obedience and silence with a smile of gold
The symbol of beauty and Trust
A drawing in her little hands she holds
A little more respect and a little more regard with a lot of love
I have to give them back
God this is a lovely life with eternal bliss
And for this and all of this, I say thanks.

Lost in his thoughts, a fearful boy he was,
Couldn't perform well because he said so depressed he was,
When they asked him about his fear,
He told them,he would soon be dead
as life doesn't seem to be fair,
No purpose of life there was for him,
He believed he wouldn't be good enough ,
and his insecurity was so firm,
Then one day he realized the purpose of his existence,
He met someone who cheated him ,
but gave him a reason to think in a new direction,
And then and there, he finally found a reason to live,
A reason to love life, a beautiful gift

There are nights I can't sleep,
because I'm pestered with thoughts of you.

There are mornings I wake,
Exhausted from chasing you.

There are afternoons I bare,
Pretending I'm fine.
Maybe one day I'll believe it.

Then finally the evenings I collapse,
Knowing that this isn't the last.

The worst parts of my day,
Are seeing you,
because it reminds me,
of how little I meant to you.