Today wasted on rage
Tomorrow too distant
Yesterday a blast and matters not.
And you?
Didn't notice me standing by your side
Even when you kicked me around.
Pathetic.
(me more than you).
Shame Is the sister of tolerance
Which is the brother of victim
And the mother of choice less
Right now,  in this precarious moment,
I've discovered how bitter true  
it is...
that we all
pay dearly
for the sins of our father.

Disregarding the pain of the unfamiliar.
Without looking outside of ourselves.
Unassociated from those unlike us.
Like if we didnt know that under
their exact circumstances
we would've done the
very same thing.

Thus,
we are all in the same.
Empathy.

Those foolish words
you..                            hesitate
To say,
Just might make
someone's day.

He wants to say I love you,
but leaves it to goodnight.
because love means falling,
and she's afraid of heights.  

He wants to say I love you,
but doesn't want to lose her in morning light.
breaking her heart,
once again leaves it to goodnight.

She wants to say I love you,
but she thinks he won't love her.
When he texts goodnight,
he leaves her with a blur

She wants to say I love you,
but without a doubt
it's coming to an ending
friendship will be over now.

She types goodnight sweet-dreams,
and puts her phone down.
It lights again,
she sighs with a frown.

She reads the message,
well you know what happened,
As she read the message, her toes started tappin'
from her eyes to a heart,
the relationship got its start.

Her face isn't the best
But her smile is great.
Her nose isn't that perfect
But her voice is like velvet.

No one tries to find her heart
And so she reveals her heart to papers.

She writes about love
And about all the people she loves.
She writes about all their feelings
And about all their joys and miseries.

And the people she writes about,
Are the ones whom she'll never see or know perhaps.

And still in this brilliant way,
She captures their stories and
Her own heart in her soulful music
And gives it to the world to discover.

And that's why perhaps,
She's called a star.
No one tries to find her heart
Coz' she has already given it to all of us.