one day i will be a flower.

with you, we blush underneath the daylight.

as the wind blows and my petals float away,
hopefully they end up leading me back to you.

I lost my pens and papers
my notebook was lost to time and war
they are scattered somewhere
in my broken home
ink dried, pages ripped apart
by the winds or by the soldiers 
i'll never know  
they mistook my literature for laughter
and my house for shelter
don't find comfort in my bed
collect your warmth somewhere else
we may share blood but never history
for my story is written in black ink, not red

i love
again and again
i love, once again
i love, i will love

i'm not hungry
but i'd eat

Heaven rained on me,
I breathed in the petrichor,
Bathed in the downpour.

We fell in love by chance,
We stay in love by choice.

I feel sick
Rotten to the core
All I want to do is quit
I can't take it any more

Nothing I do will stick
And just makes me feel more sore
I think about ending it
But I can't loose this war

I know there's no trick
To make me feel like I did before
But I'll keep on trying to make some thing fit
Because I believe life has more for me in store