this feeling of calmness,
it won't always last.
breathe in the fresh air,
and take off your mask.

show your true identity,
for tonight is simply for you.
make it spectacular,
and learn something new.

darling, why are you shy?
this feeling won't last forever.
just look up to the sky,
catch the birds first feather.

these drugs are only temporary,
so make the most of them while you can.
for tomorrow will be back to normal,
and your final song will be sang.

We're romantics,
pretty gossipers.

We try as hard as we can to escape the world with pens,
and we soak page after page,
imagining the ink to be our tears.

We're depressed,
lost travelers.

The words; each hand picked to portray something only we can understand.
Our desperate search for empathy is sickening,
and yet it continues.

We're sweet,
helpless lovers.

We fall in love with every person we see with a symmetrical (enough) face.
Picking up habits that we've read in books,
or saw in an old film.

Why are we poets?

I lost You, my best friend on the way...
you had once promised to always stay......
Be with me where ever I go
through the highs and the lows.......

I was too bzee looking at the downs
and all I could spread were frowns....
You said that almighty  can help me and to call His name,
n all I said was that God was to blame .....

Soon everything I loved was away from me ,
Yet the loss I couldnt see....
You tried to guide me like a guiding star
the more U come near, I Pushed you far.......

You  tried your best to show you cared,
but I took for granted ,all the moments we shared....
by the time i realised my mistake it was to late
As you had left me on my fate .....

But today  I am all set to take a chance,
and Into my life take a glance,
to find you, my best friend,
My Soul, the best gift God has ever send......