lines are drawn
feelings gone,
the realization comes at dawn.
lies have been told
it's getting old,
I can see it now, your heart is cold.
these games we play
in a dangerous way
and for that we both must pay.
I see the light,
done with this fight,
but moving on will take all my might.

you can pick your side
and i'll pick mine,
take our stances
on these lines
make a change
and take a chance,
I'm asking you
for one last dance
and promise me
that we won't fight
promise this,
before daylight
I'm praying that,
I'm begging it,
that this won't hurt
a little bit
you can take your side
and i'll take mine,
we'll wait behind
these borderlines.

A smile spreads across my lips
As I replay in my mind, the clips

The time when you drove me so mad
I remember you made me feel really bad

You were ******* at me as well
Over our mistakes we refused to mull

I know deep down we felt terrible.
Our serious fights are so much trouble

We just want to forget it all and make up
But to avoid any harm to our friendship

Time is given for realization and remorse
Apologies made and misunderstandings cleared.

It's amusing, however, when we can't keep up
All is forgotten in a jiffy once we get stirred up

That’s when we have become really tired
Without each other we get so bored.

We argue so much on text messages
But when we meet after what seems like ages

We can barely contain our joy
All that we need, our arch smiles can say

Our fights simply enhance our love
And our friendship is raised further above

Causing us to thank our Lord even more
More than we ever did before.

"What a doll!"
"Porcelain"
"Perfect in every way!"
They never knew that she would go,
Mentally insane.
She was so convinced
That her life,
Was nothing but a waste.
Yet she was blind by the feel,
And the sickening taste,
of an evil love.

She had the love,
She had the life,
But Everything she lost.
For this bad love had no price,
No amount and no cost.

For what she had paid him,
Was her soul,
The ultimate sacrifice.
She had given her life to an evil man.  
For a piece of a happy life.

But she had given her life to him.
And her life was at an end,
Her survival was now sink or swim.
And she had no family or friend.

She was caught in the fall,
The wind in her face,
The feel of his breath,
With his chokehold embrace.
To escape it she ran,
With what strength that she had,
She returned to the spot where it all began.
Yet it was too late,
To return to her life.
She sold her soul,
And took her own life.

We are nudging out nature, in our selfish interest
Almost trying to outdo nature and create our space
A space devoid of any beauty, mechanical churning
Deafening noise, drowning us in the decibels
Haze from the industries, making our vision blurry
Oblivious to the perils, of where we are heading
Are we leaving or building a safe abode for our progeny?
We can live in denial and continue to march ahead
Trampling many natural dreams in the name of civilization
Or measure success in different parameters
As success can’t be at the cost of defeating the purpose of life

You are the one at fault here
and yet I am always to blame
I always take your fall
To you this is all a big game.

No one here believes
When I tell them my side of the story
I'm the one who keeps suffering
And yet you're the one they pity

Why do I have to keep feeling this
Like all I want to do is **** myself
All because of what you do
My God I desperately need help

Why does it have to be like this
Nothing for me ever goes right
I'm not strong at all
And yet I hold on with all my might

No Lights

I sit in my quiet room
Where no one can bother me.
Where I can't hear anything.
I can't hear any yelling, fighting, or screams.

in this room I write.
I write my life away.
I also dream in here.
I dream for better days.

At a young age.
No kid should see these fights.
That's why I sit in my closest.
Where I can't see anything.
Because there are no lights.

i wonder if the curtains talk about what we do behind their backs..
i wonder if the pillow covers complain about the  tear stains we leave on them..
i wonder if the bed feels the emptiness like i do..
i wonder if our closets are strong enough to hold our skeletons..
i wonder if the door creaks our darkest secrets out..
or do the paintings gossip about our fights..
is the dust which remains.. is all thats left of us..
is our bedroom the aftermath of what we once were...

Sisters are eternal best friends. They are suppose to love each other through thick and thin.

Sometimes a sister is the only person you feel like you can talk to.
Other times, shes the reason you can't talk to anyone.
They are suppose to be the person that you can trust most.
Sometimes they are the ones who take your ability to trust.
They're the only one that can make you laugh when you're ready to cry.
Or maybe they're the only ones that can make you cry.

It doesn't matter to me, what kind of sister you are. You could hate me- cut me off- not speak to me for years

But the second you need me- I'll be right there.
I'll always come back to you.