Hiding in a dark room,
Reminding her body hurts.

What if I told you I was ill?
What if this pain I am complaining about is more than just pain.
But rather cancer..
What if I kept it a secret ?
What if I had a few months left,
What if there was no more of me,
In me,
Wanting to rest,
But what if I rest and never wake up ever again?

Today I wrote a poem about cha.
About how you make me smile,
How I couldn't be without cha.
How the first time we spoke,
Little jokes being said,
Something about cheesy toes.
The first time you spoke,
Deeper than anyone has ever known you.
Remember our hands becoming one,
As we found each other that one afternoon,
Walking back to your destination,
Because it was time for you to go home.
The moment we stared into each other's eyes,
No words being spoken,
But we knew what was being said.
The first kiss.
So simple, yet so quick.
Butterflies in one stomach,
As we got comfortable with the thought
Of being with each other.
I look back, and thank god for chosen the right path for me.
For making me see the light again,
Because that's how I feel, when I look at him.
May this light never end..

Don't give up on us,
I just want you to hear this
Don't give up on us
I love you til your last breath
Til your last breath.
Til forever and ever
I won't stop loving you ever
I won't give up on you ever.
Please just hear this
Sometimes you got to walk to through the darkness to get to the light
Sometimes you got to get through the wrong **** to get to the right
No matter how hard life gets,
You still have to fight.

Fight for me.


And if love is real than love can heal
And on the real I would die for you

I know you hear this

That one song that just takes the words out of your mouth,
Like it was meant for you.
As if you wrote the song,
Or your mind controlled it.
Songs have more meaning to a person than you think.
It's the way they sing it,
It's what being said in the lyrics.
To the sounds, to the instruments,
That one song,
That you hear,
Here and there and you automatically
Remember the reason why you started to listen to that song the first time you heard it.
That one song is your savior.

Beach view with a notebook in my hand, writes deepest thoughts. Continues til sunrises.

Goodmorning.

Dark nights,
Fighting your sleep,
Fighting to see his face,
Body getting nervous,
It starts to breaks down,
Anxiety getting worst,
Eyes start to water,
Body starts to shake,
Trying to relax,
How long will this take!

Emotions flooding.
I feel the body tension rising,
As I do these exercises,
To calm the heart down,
From beating out of my chest.
As the tears roll down my face,
With no reason as to why,
I find it harder to control myself.
Removing myself,
Before things get worst.
Tonight will be a handful,
I shall sleep,
Befofe this angry becomes a curse.

Anger is your enemy.
You become into something others don't wish to see.
From yelling to screaming to bad attitude,
To taking it out on the most important person you care for.

It takes control of your body, until it becomes you.
Another you, a mask,
To show the disaster going through your mind,
From all the bombs hitting you at once.
Anger is controlling.
It's the enemy.

Roof top views are the best.
Nothing but the dark blue skies,
Shimmering with bright white stars.
Dazzing off into a place where life is lifeless,
Drama isn't important,
And stress is non existence.
Relaxing your body with the vision of something bigger,
Something much deeper,
If you just had that one person,
Seeing these dark blue skies,
shimmering with the bright white stars,
It will all just be so perfect,
No words being said,
But so worth it.