Yes I'm wrong and I'm sorry
Please forgive me those times that I wasn't there.
Yes I'm stupid
Please give me one more chance

I wish when we were still together
I should've done my part.
I'm losing my job, my life. since the day I lose you
I know it's too late to apologize
But I just want you to know how much I loved you.

You're the reason why I changed,
The reason I lived,
And the reason why I cried in front you
I wish I can turn back the time
And do all the things I should've done when I was your man

to hold a star
would be a magnificent thing
but where would i hold it?
my arms?
my head?
my tongue?

yes

to hold a star on my tongue
i’d cough up a slew of new constellations
and put them into place
form nebulas
taste the moon- any moon
eat a planet
or a comet
bathe in stardust
sleep on clouds
fly over a supernova

if i could hold a star

Beauty according to media:
Skinny
Perfect, long hair
Flawless skin and,
Being tan but not too tan
Beauty according to the general public:
Skinny
Perfect hair
Make up but not too much and,
No blemishes
Beauty according to the broken:**
Being able to get out of bed every morning and function properly
even after everything someone has been through
Not being afriad to speak your mind and,
Being capable of feeling a true emotion

My muse diffused
A love abused
The news infused
My dream refused.

Your life deduced
My life reduced
Our lives seduced
In the end confused.

Words effused
Our lines reused
My passion disused
Together, bemused.

Our game overused
Our emotions excused
Our love perused
But really misused.

a place to dream
a place to fly
are
the
only
silent
spaces
in
the sky