how it feels to be more than a hundred days with you
how it feels to be in a thousand hours beside you
how it feels to be in a thousand moments of talking to you
and an infinite seconds of loving you

your scent which i smell every time i wake up
the warm hug that forever keeps me comfortable
how it feels to be the one loved by you
and the tangled moments i had shared with you

remembering the days when we were walking
at the place which we really loved to go
where the afternoon grace surrounds us
with the trees and flowers around us

how you used to kiss my forehead, and tell me how's your day?
and * i'm fine, okay* are the one that i can say
how you used to pick yellow flowers for me
and putting it behind my ears whispering i am so lucky

how we used to point on mansions or even houses that looked like castles
and say hey babe i want that someday
how we used to watch an old woman paint in her porch
the feeling of looking forward to something with you

how we used to dance in the rain and even kiss
letting me borrow your blue sweatshirt makes me feel safe
under the yellow bells of trees in the street
you told me everything's going to be alright, baby

how we used to sing our favorite song
saying lucky to be coming home someday
i know because the feeling of looking within your eyes
i feel home

how we used to held our hands without speaking
how we used to tell each other's dream
young love as they say
but i know this is real

how we used to lay down after a busy day
feeling each other's warm body
the feeling beside you after a long day makes me powerful again
because of the love that runs through our veins

how we used to have dinner, in a fine restaurant near our home
how we used to sit below the pirate displays
asking me are you happy with this?
i wanted to tell you that i am happy with everything

you and i may not have the perfect relationship which every one can think of
but i know it's real

*b.a

When Death comes, I know he will,
I'll leave my thoughts on the window sill.
I'll write, "So soon? Already?"
"Do you think that I'm ready?"

When Death comes, I know he will,
For the clocks on my walls are ticking still,
I'll prepare a last supper, as a final goodbye.
And to those I hate, you have no slice of pie.

When Death comes, I know he will,
He will not come because I took a pill.
He will not come due to ****** or disease,
I want him to come when I am old and at peace.

When Death comes, I know he will,
I know I'll be ready to pay my fill.
All my mistakes will be judged in trial,
And all my good deeds will be found to be worth their while.

So sour, yet delicious.
Your lips pucker, your eyes squint.
The tangy juices drip from your mouth.
Citrus smells arose.
Lemons are sweet, their winched.
So sour, yet delicious.

Smooth, cool
Ribbons of blue
Drifting gently
Or rushing greatly

Strong, light
Endless like the skies
Twisting, shifting
Through the land, flowing

They reflect the sky
When sunsets light it on fire
Becoming a living, moving flame.
Rivers- Beauty's everlasting name

The noon sun blisters the earth,
Beats upon the brain, semi-boiling blood.
I am swimming through the sun, its rays are waves
breaking over me, soaking me with sweat
that pools under my bared *******.
Slick with lotion, I shift upon the searing sand, aroused,
Dreaming of a shaded room, your fingers on my sun-kissed skin,
And there you are; with a frosted glass
of something cold, crusted with icy diamonds.
Smiling, you hold it against my flesh
Relieving that small part of me from heat,
Raising gleeful goosebumps,
Cooling me outside
And stoking a fire within.

Self-Harm
Self-Hate
Mis-Used
Mis-Placed

My faith is running thin,
My world is turned upside down,
Always committing a sin,
The demons are forever bound

Self-Harm
Self-Hate
Mis-Used
Mis-Placed

The constant thought of purging,
The teasing of a knife,
The thought is always urging,
To end this helpless life
Self-Harm

Self-Hate
Mis-Used
Mis-Placed

The breaking of a single heart,
The pain whipping through my head,
Just when you think you’ll shatter apart,
The pain begins to numb instead

Self-Harm
Self-Hate
Mis-Used
Mis-Placed

My soul is now hollow,
I can no longer feel pain,
Take another pill to swallow,
In order to stay sane

Self-Harm
Self-Hate
Mis-Used
Mis-Placed

Living for tomorrow,
Yet stuck in the past,
Wallowing in my sorrow,
My life is fading fast

Self-Harm
Self-Hate
Mis-Used
Mis-Placed