You’re hurting, and you wonder
why time hasn’t done much healing for you.
You wonder why his voice still move mountains,
and rivers inside of you..
He’s like that leech that you just cannot rid yourself of.
He is that bad stain that you carry with you everywhere;
letting the world know that you should be identified
by the heartbreak he’s invested in you.
Baby, how do you expect to heal
when you allow that man to linger in and out of your life?
He’s not in your bed but he is in your head.
Manipulating and pulling your strings
like his personal little puppet, and you allow him to;
thinking that it’s better to have him this way
than to not have him at all.
Take it from someone
that’s done the whole ‘waiting around’ thing.
It’s not worth it.
If someone isn’t sure how they feel about you.
Do yourself a favour and leave.
Don’t try to show them that
you are whats best for them—
they will never know whats best for them.
You cannot get a blind person to see
or an ignorant person to understand
or a confused person to love you.
That’s just the way it is.
You can give a person the world
and they will still crave the sun.
You can give a person everything you own,
and they will ask for the one thing
you don’t have.
thick with serenity
tinging shades of soft light
endless Milky Way
stars are free to flash
loneliness is quiet
outside the curtain of old dream
thoughts are chasing the clear waves
the mind is learning
to be simple and happy
free and easy
same piece of sky
can be outlined with different brushes
same touch of moonlight
can be traced with different emotions
a touching scenery
every constellation is a bright song
to a warm heart
and every cloud a blooming flower
a euphuistic affair at leisure time
a jaunt to chapters of inked serenity
flipping through moods
reading through the heartfelt
Darkness breaks into houses
people are poisoned
asleep in the middle of the night
they know not the ambition of darkness
they are smiling sweetly
dark night is roaring
wanting people to slumber
but darkness will be defeated
when the sun loads the gun
with golden bullets
darkness will be
endless happiness belongs to those who were born
close to the sun
the galaxy can see them
carrying in their hands
that comes from the core of a rare earth
greater than all the unknown
extending infinitely in all directions
a black hole
to the invisible
living blood flowing
the stars above
the people living in the sky above
dust rejoicing among them
men women and children
joy loneliness and love
illuminating the sky with colors
walking loving crying
the molecules in their soul
come from a galaxy
in the sky.