To the child who wore a wrinkled dress during an election
who's been a funny candidate, and for that she never won

To the boy who always live in so much harshness and fears
from the people closest to him who always give him tears

To the girl who always did sing beautifully at the start
but at the middle she would cry because her life was torn apart

To the lad who simply wrote songs but never kept them for himself
instead gave them to someone else rather than to keep on a shelf

To the lady who chose to love someone who seemed thoughtful and caring
only to find that she was deceived by fake sweetness in the beginning

To the man who felt in love but was broken at early stage
yet he forgave though he was left sad inside that cage

To the wife who forgot her name and just depend on a story
that she shouldn't hear any word but a chain of big sorry

To the husband who tried many times to love and trust
only to end up crying and memories would turn to dust

To the woman who fell in love but cannot move on from the past
a lot of worries inside her heart if she is really happy at last

To the man who tried once more after a thousand of falling
moving on with someone whom he feel now deserving

To them who always cry and just trying to be happy
I will tell them not to give up trying to change their story

To anyone who was a victim of so much anguish and pain
NEVER GIVE UP, have faith, not fear, just learn to dance in the rain!

you type:
call me
and it almost always sounds like
you're choking
on the hauntings of the day.

my heart is racing,
heavy breathing
as i punch in your
number and i
still get startled when
it starts to ring.

but once you utter: hello,
everything falls apart
and time slows
and the world stops turning
for that split second.
for that one moment,
your shaky hello
tells me so much more
than you have ever said to me
when others are with us.

you become my everything.

but then when the call ends,
and you whisper a goodbye,
the thoughts start to fill me up again
and i start to miss you almost immediately.
in that one hour,
you have made me forget
all that was sad and wrong in my life.
when you go to sleep,
i just want to die.

“I messed up.”
I only wish it didn’t
take you this long
to realize.
“Can we talk?”
My whole body aches,
yearning to say yes.
“Are you there?”
Yes, I am here.
“Please answer.”
I surely don’t think
I have that strength.
“I still love you.”
My heart beats,
my stomach churns.
“You were the best
thing that ever
happened to me.”
Funny,
I used to think the same
about you.
“Why aren't you answering?”
“Because for 7 months;
I waited.
You tore me apart,
it felt like I was drowning.
You didn't even look back.
Not once.
How can I just forget that?”
I hit send.
“I’m sorry…”
“I’m sorry too.”*
Except this time,
I don’t hit send.

nothing coming in mind,
i always came up with some plan,
but today was different.

maybe that was because i now know what poetry is,
it aint just some art ,its something living.
its a painkiller to those with injured hearts,
its a depressant to those with crying thoughts,
its the ***** to the stressed ,weeping ,worried.

life is a drawing board and you have the brush ,paint a beautiful picture.
dont care about anything and you definitely wont have worries,
who cares who will like my poem or not,
according to sarah i should just be me, be yourself.
share what your inner voice is telling you,
dont be shy tell them your problems too
write it all as long as its true.

poetry might be my way out,
let me be an addict at least i will die from something i could live without.
put your emotions into it and spice it up with metaphors
and when you are done go show that very person who said you couldnt.

know yourself ,
know where you from ,
know where you stand,
and you wil definitely know you are heading.

i didnt even know her ,
i just loved her poetry on hellopoetry.com
something in them just married with my inner being,
im so confused.

i thought it was to pass but the feeling never changed
what was wrong with me?
she was definitely think im crazy or something if she knew
but hey she was the one who told me that i should be free in my poems
so i am today.

i thought of what she looks like , definitely beautiful i guess
i thought of her voice , how sweet it might sound
i asked my self ,what she think about me after she reads this
will she like this crazy talk of mine or she will never talk to me again.
im crazy i know .

but how could it be it be ?
having feelings for someone you hardly know ,
someone who is millions of kilometers away from you,
someone you will never meet any day.

maybe we can turn that around ,can we?
i think i know her from what her poems projects about her,
she might be millions miles away but her inner feelings are just in front of me ,in her poems
never say never maybe i will meet her one day in this life or the other.

wow,i never knew i could be this crazy about someone i knew only her user name ,sarah.
who are you sarah?