i want to be in a field of sunflowers and
i want to take you with me
we can run away at three in the morning; going on adventures that we’ll remember forever
we can bring a bottle of ***** and forget about the rest of the world
we can watch the moon glide across the sky
taking in the presence of the dazzling lights of stars
rex orange county can play from the radio while we make the night worth it

i want to be in a field of sunflowers and
i want to take you with me
so that we can see the yellow flowers and feel like we can be happy again
so that we can belt out our favorite songs without anyone hearing
so that i won’t feel alone anymore

i want to be in a field of sunflowers and
i want to take you with me
because ‘loving is easy’ is relatable in more ways than one
because i want to love and be loved back
and bringing you on my journey to the field will make that happen
they can call us crazy but they should call us
sunflower dreamers

It's 3 am, when you try to seek for help.
It's 3 am, when you've tears in your eyes.
It's 3 am, when all the memories hit you.
It's 3 am, when you regret the goodbyes.

It's 3 am, when the darkness scares you.
It's 3 am, when you've noises in your head.
It's 3 am, when you miss everyone at once.
It's 3 am, when you wish you were dead.

It's 3 am, when you can't save yourself.
It's 3 am, when you get hurt a little more.
It's 3 am, when you just hate yourself.
It's 3 am, when you only feel insecure.

It's 3 am, when you love lyrics more, not song.
It's 3 am, when you only know what's wrong.
It's 3 am, when you are alone, no one to care.  
It's 3 am, when you ask if you belong somewhere?

-Paras Bajaj #PoetrybyParas
Instagram : @mr.parasbajaj

I've faced my demons
   and for some reason they
           all looked like me

Goodnight
Sleep tight
Stick around another year for me
Put up with my strangeness
The occasional sameness
But branch out to others in your friendship tree

I will be alone forever
I will eat alone
And go to the abyss alone

They say every *** has its lid
And every book its cover
Everybody has someone in their life
that's what they say

Even villains have someone
Dummies and weirdos
******* and ****** bags
All around me everyone has someone

And I feel that I don’t
That my someone has passed me by
Without a second glance
Without mercy
My cover is gone and will never be back

But this is how i feel
And feeling has no logic in it
No math or statistics to explain  
How I feel is of no concern to the real world

Because if you think logically there are billions of women on earth
Hell there half of humanity
Take out all the to old or to young
And all those who are gay or a
And those who already know they don't want me
And vise versa
And you are left with a couple of hundreds
If not thousand
Of someone's who theoretically I could fall for
And they could fall for me  

And by god
That might be the most comforting thought I can have
At 3 in the morning

'Always Sleep With Your Shoes On' Series... #2 2 out of 3.

You're in bed covering each ear,
        as beer bottles break when                            W
         thrown against   A
                                          L
                   ­                         L
You're just a kid, not sure which one got hit again,
Ears covered so you don't know who hollered out
in pain, Another hot night
                    without any air
           so your body is bare,
except at age six
you got your shoes
on in a quick fix,
Sure enough, it's 3 a.m,
Once again you hear daddy yell at mommy to get the kid and nothing else then he pushes you both out the house and
                    D
                                          ­                              O
                                                               ­            W
                                                              ­               N
                                                                ­               the steps.
Always sleep with your shoes on your feet,
       getting comfortable is not worth the risk.