Smile brightly, don’t worry about me
I’m smiling like this right now
I won’t be able to forget, I’ll be
the only one who remembers us
I won’t forget you
so you can smile

Smile brightly, I’m just thankful
Because I have memories with you
I can hide them and take
them out when I’m alone
It will strengthen me
when I miss you

Only with my heart,
I steal you
Only with my heart,
I will see you
That’s enough for me so
don’t be hurt because of me
Just locking eyes with you
makes me shed tears

When time passes and my love grows
There will be times when
I resent you so it’s a relief
Because I will remember you being
affectionate and the days when you
laughed with me
So it’s good

Only with my heart,
I steal you
Only with my heart,
I will see you
That’s enough for me so
don’t hurt because of me
Just locking eyes with you
makes me shed tears

If we run into each other
like fate, please pass me by
like you don’t know me
Even though my heart will
cry like it has been torn into two
So I can see you for a short
moment while you pass by

Only with my heart,
I will want you
Only with my heart,
I will long for you
Don’t be sorry,
this is my life
Whether you love me or
feel sorry, I feel the same way

Colour Blind

I don't see the colour of your skin.

I see
the colour of your heart.

Is it dark and putrid or
is it the color of a soft and lilting tune?
Is it filled with warm tones,
or cold?
Hues of ice and snow,
or gold?

Do you give or take?
Do you love or hate?

I don't see race or faith,
I just see you-
your energy, your words, your actions.

I see you; I just simply
see you.

I was dreaming to become a hot shot professor
I was planning to lose baby fat around my body
I was struggling to search a maid with reasonable price
I was determined to finish my book before Saturday
I was preparing a beautiful gift for my dear friend since his birthday was near
I was admiring myself for all the achievements and cursing myself, simultaneously, for chances I missed
I was procrastinating to make up with my mother for my last quarrel
I was ignoring Dad's call since I was held up
I was avoiding my siblings since I stole my sister's dress and ruined my brother's XBOX
I was unfinished canvas
But my death didn't cared for me
It stroked me like a lightning; sweeping me away from this world
With the task unfinished
Leaving me no option but to abandon the people- I once loved and cherished
Loosing the strands of goals I wanted to achieve
Above all
The repentance that I never did properly but deep inside planned to do before die
Death  came to me out of no where
Leaving behind my to-do-list meaningless
All my achievement worthless
Who cares now that in which cemetery I reside- lavish or vulnerable
Who cares now that what kind of body I have because now, it'll deteriorate any way
I would be mourned for days and will be forgotten for eternity
I would be cherished in thoughts but not in words
I would be reason of tears and grief not of smiles and giggles so eventually everybody would forget me for, you see, we, humans, are programmed to remember happiness while I am sadness now.
I now feel, though dead, that I did no good to myself
but now
What good I could do as corpse than lying straight.
My doors of forgiveness are closed
No more apologies I can make
No more affections I can take
Only tears to my beloved I gave
Death did me no good
But I can't even complain now
For I, my friend, am Dead!!

Spending a month in a hospital teaches you a lot about people.
The doctor that told me to shave my head or she wouldn't treat me,
The nurses that spent forever chatting to me
And giving me supportive advice about how my illness doesn't define me.
The woman who was given a terminal cancer sentence
And chose not to pay attention to it and defied it anyway.
How she sat next to me on my bed,
Told me that all suffering is valid,
And just because I'm not dying, doesn't mean I don't get to complain.
How she complains more about her skin problems
Than she ever complained about her cancer,
And that's OK, because pain rarely follows rules.
I never even learned her name,
But she gave me the words I hold most closely to me
On those days when I want to fall asleep and never wake up.
I'm allowed to scream and shout and rage against the pain
And the unfairness of it happening to me.
I just have to make sure I know where the line is
Between giving my darkness a voice and pitying myself.

Do you ask yourself sometimes?
What it is and what will be?
Who we are
Trains may arrive in stations
The hands on the clock
Our fingers
But our hands have never been pure
Who we are

How it feels
To feel
How it feels to feel just the way you do

Don't you want love and silver and gold?
What is truth and how we seek
Who we are
Clocks always strike the minute
But our hands toil with the devils work
Our faces never stay the same
Marching forward
Who we are

And how it feels
To feel
For you
Time doesn't give a reason