It surprises me that
If I wrote an autobiography
The number of people
Who are just paragraph
Is extremely high.

I tied a rope around a tree
I threw my shoes in the sea
I stood on top of the roof
Seeked out the truth

I took away the rope
I broadened my scope
Life doesn't have to be sad
Life is just there to be had

Bright summery sun shone
I was finally shown
There's a little warmth in light
And a little fire can burn bright.

I tell myself everyday
The words that I say
**"Don't give up, don't give in
One fine day you'll surely win"

How are you?
That's personal
how's your day?
That's personal too.
how's your weekends?
Don't know.

How's your grades?
Don't care.
What have you been up to?
Wouldn't know
What did you have for lunch?
Food.
What type of food?
No idea.
Where are you right now?
If only I knew.
What are you thinking of?
...
*Nothing

I ran the slopes
Ran uphills
And downhills
Ran till I came
To a stand still.

The beautiful view
reminded me of you,
Across the buildings
of the cities
were gravestones.

You would call them
zombie revival spots
where things rot
and people
wished they didn't
have reserved
parking spots.

I know the bouquets after bouquets
of flowers won't bring you back
But I don't know why I still try
I don't know why I still cry
I don't know why I still sigh.

Every time I drive to you
Or I would run to you
I can remember the things
The things that we used to do
I can remember
When I first met you
When I first hugged you
I can remember
Making you laugh at "oh poo".

I don't know why I'm still
Like the way I am,
Floating back and forth
All over memories of you.
I guess it's because
you put the skies together
We made pie together (or at least tried to)...

I don't know if you can hear it from up there
Tiff's baby boy, little guys already walking...

I keep buying you flowers,
Will you ever come back,
You've taught me to be afraid
So afraid of trusting another person
That when everything goes right
someone somehow just disappears,
and you know what...
you haven't exactly been wrong.

I tell people what they want to hear
I tell them what I know keeps them
Ok.
But I haven't heard anyone say to me
That one day I will forget you...
And I wish I could...
But I know I definitely couldn't.

I still have every email
Every text message
Every single line smiley
Every photo
Every video
Everything ...
I still open them once in a while,
I read them with tears and smiles.
Strange huh?

No matter how many flowers I leave
There won't be a morning where I wake up
And your face is looking down on mine
(like the time you broke into my house... remember? )...
I would give anything,
To see you once more.
Not in photos
Not in videos
But in front of me.
I miss you

Beauty shone from her
She was beyond any words
The moon and the sun.

He lives as though the days were nights
and
the nights were days.
He lives as though the skies was always tumbling
and
the grounds was always rumbling.
He lives as though the oxygen he inhales
are the toxic memories of her perfume.