Every life exists To live and multiply. Every note exists To compose marvelous melodies. Imagination exists To see the worlds that cannot be seen. Emotions exist To express in languages that cannot be spoken. Death, too, exists To let the living taste the pain of losing. All things exist for a reason To make every mother’s son as they’re now. So fret not, folks For no one is an exception To the wonders and woes of this world Set in motion by the biggest yet gentlest hand of all.
What was warm that night Was not the fire but his touch What was bright that night Was not the starlight but his face What was deep that night Was not the ocean but his eyes What was sweet that night Was not only berry but his words... Not our first touch but still new Not out first hangout but still fun What was new that night Was not the location but our love He gave me all I wanted... He was my Edward who will wait thousand years... He was my prince charming even if he knew I ain't Cinderella.. Loved me dawn to dusk and he held my hand Coming close to me Only one thing I felt Wet.... What? ......... 'hey wake up... It's late already' A voice of my mom Water in my face.... The story of my life.... Water dried but he still stayed... My imaginary boyfriend
Well... Imagination- a beautiful gift to experience everything
I'm scared of the future And how I'll be Fragile Depressed Filled with anxiety Will I have a handle on my life Or will the wheels fall off? And I'm left to die Will my feelings for change Do they remain? Does love exists in my dictionary Or is it replaced with hate? Do I see clearly? Or is it all a blur? Do my friends stick by me? Do I sit in the house alone? Do I grow old and forget my nae? Or does the noose come to claim me? Am I happy or sad? Do I have kids? Am I lost in my imaginations Or living them instead?