Together we've loved each other
Though we're parting now,
Still my heart longs for us together
It hurts but don't forget our vow.

I weep and weep, yet still feels your emptiness
My lips sealed calls for your heart where l was engraved,
The sound of your laughter unheard, causes more grief than loneliness
Your absence hurts more, that l groan to be caved.

We've lived together loving each other
Though we're parting, it hurts more than ever,
Even still, my heart bleeds until now
Though it hurts, please don't forget our vow.

The one who brought alive my dying heart  
Alas goes away turning her heart clutched at me,
Do you maybe realize how grasped you hold my  breathe?
Still, I wish you don't forget the memories of me.

I lived with the memories of none other than you
Since it was we parted ways and you went away,
Though it hurts, still I need you to pull through
I hope someday you come back to me to stay.

Does your heart ever feel my sad monologue?  
The words that causes more pain than pain,
It's your absence that hurts when l call for dialogue
Always as usual, l think of you again.

I've never forgotten you even for a moment
Though our love has parted, please don't forget me,
I still wish that we make an atonement
Even now and always, I still hope you come back to me.

We're meant to live to stay with each other
It still hurts that I've to live without you,
Though we've parted, seeing you in pains hurts more than ever
Still today and forever, I've never forgotten you.

Is your mind's Identity, a compilation of events that you have witnessed, through your senses, thoughts actions, and uttered sentences have set themselves on a set of shelves in your mental book case. But so many names to face there's not enough space to keep it all straight, so it escapes. My past it fades and gaps make way to take its place, and now my story looses some glory. Things I have done, lessons learned from someone will help me none if I can remember them poorly. I am hardly an entity with any identity if my foundation of memories decays from under me exponentially.

So see me again, some other time when I'm on your mind, and you ought to find then that I'm a new man with new opinions. So then you'll bend, changing the image of me in your head. It's good to see you again Old Friend. You say and exchange the same handshake as when we were both young sit back and pretend, reminisce about days together we'd spend. You've still got some vivid depictions to lend to this old man who's past escapes him.

And that's why brother its good to have each other, a constant in my life, a bond easily recovered. And that's why this better last forever. No matter how we drift, spirits stay tethered together. Cause at the end of one's life we've got two things left. Our memories, and our old friends to share them with.

Every smile has a secret,
Something deep and devastating.
But nobody can tell the difference.
Stare into my eyes and you will shatter under the pressure of what you see.
I hold a dark burden within my heart,carried by my very soul.
I can look into this mirror right infront of me and see nothingness.
I hate this reflection,i hate what is staring right back at me. I just want to shatter the mirror into pieces cause thats how i truly feel.
Broken deep inside,shattered.
Nobody can fix me, I cut them and make them bleed.
But whats the use right?
Why try to love a broken mirror?