To what it seems the dead end,
maybe there’s another way,
maybe there’s another home.

To what it seems the last stand,
maybe there’s another day,
maybe there’s another hope.

To what it seems the last chance,
for the hundredth time,
for the lost soul.

—n.y

She says;
" Thought you’re the kind that’ll stand on your feet.
But you’re not, instead you’re glued to the seat.
Freeze in the moment nodding to the authorities. Even when it’s wrong, even when it’s your call to lead. "

The person that I used to be,
Was someone that doesn’t afraid of anything
And she knows it.

It hurts to let her down,
Though I don’t mean it,
But I did.

After all,
I’ll only hurt the ones I love,
And that’s who I’ll be.

—n.y

The world could be a scary place sometimes.
It could be hell in your safest heaven,
could be comfort in your midnight prison.

And it could be the one in the pieces,
that’ll make it one for sure;

A reflection of yourself in the mirror.

—n.y

Here, here is love.
Here, here are the pieces.
Here are the words written.
Here are the promises broken.

Here, here it hurts.
Here, here it shatters.
All the pain inside her,
six feet under.

—n.y

Summer rays on your skin.
The sound of beach waves hitting.
Is this heaven on earth we’re living?
Can we stay a little longer like this?
Just the two of us breathing in breeze.
Only that we’re not here in dream,
but somewhere we call home
with you beside me.

—n.y

Who knows that someday
you’ll be stuck somewhere in the middle,
while looking forward for the future.
How the vision becomes blur
and completely different,
from what you’ve imagined since ever.

And you’ll learn the greatest lesson;

How this life of ours,
should be lived to the fullest.
Before you’ll be sinking,
right to the bottom.
Losing your only chance,
for revolution.

—n.y

Thought that I’ve seen everything;
How the clouds cry.
How the stars shine.
How the sun rises.

But I never saw this one coming;
How you’re leaving and it’s raining.
How I’m wishing on the star shooting.
How I’m hoping for no tomorrow to live.

And it started with your sweet grinning.
But I was left by myself hanging, for the ending.

—n.y