maybe in a parallel world
our feelings are not whirled,

fate is on our side
and our horizons are wide,

dreams together got no boundaries
we'd endlessly make memories,

our time together isn't interfered
and unlimited chances for us appeared.

but seeing today our love in famine
all of those things i can only imagine.
wholly hoping that maybe somewhere else
we could love each other without any less.

in an alternate universe,
may we never disperse.

Some lines aren’t meant to be crossed
I know that
I’ve always known that
But you’re a line I want to cross 100 times over and over again

Some lines aren’t even meant cross paths  
I know that
I learned that when I was very young
But you and I were never meant to be parallel lines, we were born to intersect

There is a name calling out
in the silence of the mind.

There is a space
where clutter occupies.

There is a creation
at the end of destruction.

There is pain,
and love,
and pain again.

A wheel of self-abuse,
the likes of which gets us high
in each and every revolution.

There's always more to it than meets the eye.
Two flowers behind the fence house a million stories,
Insurmountable for all to tell by.
For some it's just two unnoticible flowers,
For some it's the cradle of spring,
For some it's imagery of prison,
For some it's lovers in their haven,
For some it's forbidden opportunities,
For some it's consequence of a strife,
For some it's an offering to a loved one,
For some it's just the cycle of life.

if our souls were lines
mine is parallel to hers
close but never meet