If you see through eyes of vanity look past me.
A point compared to an idea, you can't grasp me.
Stepped outside The box, ideas expand vastly.
The image of your every emotion, you can't mask me
Rumor goes the road to hell is paved with good intentions...
Eternally enveloped in flames is the part not worth my mention.
With God as my judge when I'm subject to inspections,
Sorry sinner I filled the quota on divine interventions.
Sticks And stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me,
Made from the rib of man, it'll take more than him to pervert me.
I'm blind to the ugly and deaf to the dumb,
I have ten souls if not more inhabiting a body of one.
The body and the blood served through wine and bread,
So who will eat my pieces when I'm 100years dead?
The sorcerers stone buried in the sands of time...
If I'm alpha to omega the secret is naturally mine,
The fountain of youth is the tub in which I bathe-
I'm a thousand lives old, a thousand girls enslaved.

My depth inwards far exceeds any ocean
While for many each day is just a minute, and a memorized motion.
I'm drowning in myself, deep thoughts are shallow breathes,
The world is my last supper, eat me until there's nothing left.

100 years ago.
If we were this in love...
We would be married or atleast engaged by now.
We would understand the fact we're meant to be.
That our love is one to last lifetimes.
We would go with it and let our love thrive.
We wouldn't be worrying about anybody else.
We wouldn't be worrying about our future.
It would just be us.
We would let our love and happiness with each other be it all.
But it isn't 100years ago
Life is all about success and who you're going to be.
And at our ages...
In this century...
We can't be meant to be
Not currently anyways.
The way the world runs that's the worst thing we can ever do.
Sooo we can't be in love.
I'm going to have to stop acting like it.
But I **** well am not going to ever stop feeling it.
I am always going to love you.
Hopefully someday we will find our way back.
We will be meant to be again.
It just ***** that the world punishes those who find love so early now.
If we met 10 years from now...
Nobody would blink twice about how we feel and care.
But we're stuck with all this life everyone is telling us we have to live.
Lives that currently we can't live together.
I really just keep hoping for a time machine.
Or that you'll start not caring about what society says it takes to live.

New year , new start,
Nothing’s changed ,
Pretty much the same.
It’s vicious cycle ,
Repeats all over again.

Will I ever be fulfilled?
Is my time on earth ever gonna be fulfilled?
Will I be able to face death ?
What scares me the most is not my own death
But my beloved one’s faith .
Will I be able to accept my loved one’s death.
As I see myself growing old
So is my parents growing old in time.
Hits me with an epiphany
That time waits for none.
I can’t imagine what’s to come in next 50years
Guess I am just overthinking
But in 50years I will be 76
My parents won’t be here
My siblings will have families
And I will be old and delicate
At my bed just waiting for death

Then it gets me thinking my bond , my love
And my emotions are all just temporary.
Even if blood is thicker than water.
Nothing is forever.
We will be all gone n forgotten
Next 100years there will be no sign of existence of us.
How many great grandchildren are going to remember us?
So we should live for ourselves ?