A girl you can trust with your heart
The highlight of your day
The thunder to your sunlight
The ketchup to your fries
The solution to your problems
The sizzle to your bacon
The diabetes to your heart
What is wrong? What is right?
What is dark? What is light?
What if good was evil just for one night?
Who are you? Who am I?
What's your point? Where's your life?
Who are you to tell me who I am inside?
People are people because we are equal and we're all the same deep inside, right?
Don't mock if you're flawed, don't fight if you're strong.
Is it hard to have some self-control?
Fight for your life and strive for your rights,
What's the point if you are not who you like?
Embrace your weakness, embrace your mights,
The details of your skin, you are alright.
Nobody should tell who you should and shouldn't be,
You're you, you're unique, you're imperfect but you're growing,
You're not a burden, I'm sorry if you're hurting,
No one can identify you if you're constantly evolving.
It hurts inside, you see,
because you never think of me,
the way you think of someone else,
someone who I'll never be.
But don't you dare come closer,
don't come to me this time,
when you lament all about her,
How dare you think it's fine?
Because I've known you longer,
and I still think it's unfair,
how you know little about her,
but forget that I am there.
And yet, I know this isn't love, but
nevertheless, it hurts,
how you inflict pain on me
without actually saying those words.
And so the song flows -
a messy trace of barbiturate haze,
the song flows,
tinged with a red-eyed, cathartic
sort of sparkle about it in the dark,
like the backalley streetlamps by my window
at one in the morning.
I take a step outside, climb to the roof.
My eyes swell from the sunlight,
glasses steam up from the heat.
I have no need for lifting my *** off these sheets anymore but to write.
Manhattan rooftop, why did you have to betray me?
There was a time when
you were the glistening silvertoned backdrop to all of my surreptitious loves
as I sat on you,
idly humming jazz,
peacefully watch the go-and-come
of the synagogue pouring into the
at the concept of dejection.
You once gave me a view of opportunity,
and ever-alert, always-foreseeing eyes that could have seen all the way to the buildings of Stamford.
Now I'm eighteen and terribly myopic.
What at all at this point is to exist
with implacable certainty?
Tell me that
solipsism is the universal truth,
then I will not feel as alone.
His voice said
Nice to meet you.
His eyes said
You look good.
His hand said
I want you to notice me.
My head said
Stay away from him.
My heart said
My voice said
Nice to meet you too.
I JUST WANT TO STAND AT THE EDGE
OF A CLIFF I WANT TO SCREAM
"LOVE ME BACK FOR ONCE"
I WANT YOU TO HEAR ME.
LOVE ME BACK.
******* LOVE ME BACK
He knows he likes her,
But he is not sure he can stand the cyclones around them.
She knows she likes him,
But there are just these obstacles standing in her way.
They know they are in love,
But what do they have to do to be convinced?
Oh! Boy, Oh! Boy
Relationships! , relationships!
And most of all.... 'LOVE'
You make me laugh when am not supposed to.
And smile when I dont have to.
You make me happy though I dont know the reason why.
You are the bright blossom of my clouded day.
He is a keeper,
And I hope she keeps him too
She is and Angel
And I hope he becomes hers too.
She hopes for a protecter
And I believe she has found one.
He hopes for a comforter
And I believe he has found one.
Everything is just wild,
With mediators on the side
And on lookers observing.
It is so hard to look at it and ignore,
But I am happy to know that the world around me still carries love.
He knows he loves her,
And I hope she loves him too.
For M.N and T.N
P. S I love you guys
— The End —