days without
are the worst kind of days
because they remind me of the time
when were still here
when we used to laugh all the time
and never be without a smile
even when i had trouble to

every day without
keeps me regret ever meeting
because people cry as much as they laugh
and made me more happy than anybody

all the days without
keep reminding me
that aren't here anymore
that can't speak to me anymore
can't sing to me anymore
can't smile to me anymore

days without
tell me that i can't live without
that i don't want to be anything without
that i am nothing without

love,
still love

i get obsessed too easily
staring at the numbers
1, 2, 3
waiting for a new one to come up
for each number is a person
and for each number is a heart
and a mind
telling me, "you're worth it
"this is worth it
"your work is your worth"
and it makes me happy
sometimes
all the time
depends on the time
sorry,
this poem isn't that great
but numbers are, aren't they
1
2
3
1
2
3
1
2
1
2
1
1
1
.

Can you promise yourself to be happy
even when everything isn't meant to be?

Can you promise yourself to be happy
even when there's no reason to be?

Can you promise yourself to be happy
even when everything points to the other direction?

Can you promise yourself to be happy
even when it's means having to be like me?

songs fill up my mind
sing to my ears until
there's nothing left to think
nothing left to say
nothing left to hate

songs fill up my days
sing to me until
there's nothing left to think
no more room to think
no more

dear thoughts
dear sadness
please, leave me be

dear,
leave me be.

her hair is dyed brown
her eyeglasses round
there's a pink tint to her face
her fashion is chic
there's blush on her cheeks
my heart's in the middle of a race

she smiles at me widely
genuinely and politely
and her laugh is all that i need
i'd run my fingers through her hair
and let mine go down bare
if only she'd let me

she hugs me from the back
and whispers in my ear
"how are you?" everyday
if only that were true
the kind of truth i want it to be
if only she'd kiss me that way

for she loves me, she does
and i like her, i do
but it's not the same if it's not the same
yet even 'til now
my own smile hasn't changed
and it's the same because it's still the same

so i don't really mind
that my mind's still on her
and the way hers isn't on mine
'cause in these words that i write
and in the dreams i've at night
if she's there then i'll be just fine.

he looks to me
like a song played in full-volume
in a concert hall miles away
thousands of fans screaming for him
singing his song in his name

he looks to me
like a spark in the dark sky
like a firework still not quite there
a burning warmth that doesn't hurt me
love that's meant to be shared

he looks to me
and i look up to him
but his eyes are miles away
a mic in his mind, a song on his lips
a thousand hearts broken that day.

i wish there was a way
to rewrite a song
that's already been written by someone else

i wish there was a way
to make right what was wrong
and forget about what happened then

i wish there was a way
to find out where you are
so i could fall in love again.