When u take a deep breath but don't feel the air getting into your lungs then touching your heart
When u feel the void inside your heart grow
And u start losing the rhymes and flow
When u watch your pain
Grow and grow
It looks like the stars my cousins's parents had painted on their ceiling
They glowed in the dark
We used to lie on their carpeted floor and watch them then make a wish
And pretend that we got what we wished for
There were other one's glued to my uncle's room's ceiling
I used to turn the lights off
And hold my cousins up
So they could touch the stars
It glows like them
It looks like them
Only less beautiful
Less wonder full
But equally powerful
And they're more of scars then stars

When it hurts and u don't know why
Or want to know why
U just want to draw with the silver brush
And watch the red paint dry
When u lose yourself
In the noise of life
Sounding like the busy streets of NY
When u no more know what you are writing on this paper
But hope it turns out decent
Hope that when u read it later
It makes a bit of sense
But it doesn't
Yet it does
But that is poetry
Not about the rhymes
Or the flow
But about that feeling
Of yes is makes sense
Yet it doesn't
It's about the goosebumps in the romance
The tears in the sorrow
And the tinge of hope for tomorrow