we have our dream
we plan around it
who is to say unless they have seen
Who can promise the life of men
Yet we have promised for then
Although we can count the hours
Even the hours for tomorrow
Where some will still suffer
As we can't avoid the unknown sorrow
So as the present becomes the past
So the future gets bent
You said you would love me forever
Does this mean forever has an end?

Summer love with such a feeling of joy;
Wishing that would be her boy.

The feeling of warmth in your heart;
Hoping again that you will not part.

Emotions and heartbeats are running high and fast;
Could the expectations we have really come at long last?

So try to get to know that special person as much as you need;
Because with the thing that matters is that with hope you will succeed.

She walks before me, sliding her eyelashes in a dancing mood, the wind being fortunate enough to carry her strands of long black hair, the light being fortunate enough to reflect on her soft skin. She talks to me and  rush of adrenaline wakes the wave of emotions in me. Dear, do you really know that I love you? Or you wish to become a silent spectator enjoying my madly acts of love? Where did all the romantic lines I that by-heartened  flew away? Where did all that courage I mustered went to hide? That please be with me. Please don't run away from me. That I only want to be with you. That I love you

There is not a sign on my back saying "kick me".
Therefore there is no invitation to do so.
What about that is so hard to understand?
The world will probably never know.
We let others play their games and
Maybe when they've grown up,
The might feel the same pain they put us through.

I hate nostalgia. I wanna grow up in NYC and never have to worry about history, just live in the now and die at the age of 35 and at the hands of myself. There's a lot to be learn't. Of course, that doesn't really matter, since I know everything. What?! Does that surprise you? Well it should because if I knew everything, why would i waste my time writing nonsense crap poetry? The answer is simple: isn't the whole of deep philosophical and religious thought just nonsense crap poetry? All the all-knowing knows is to write such words, scribing ancient runes upon the shadows of empty caves, and all the unknowing can do is laugh. But I have to hand it to them- it is pretty funny.  

Some proverbs:

Love is a thousand speechless monkeys that can do nothing but play the harp.

Roses have thorns for one reason and one reason only: they don't want to be picked.

Blue paint is not always blue.