i don't often say i love you
but when i do its easy
but when you told me to say those three words back
i just couldn't do it

A monk taught me the,
Magic of words, how even,
In short form they are.

Life with joy ,
Life with success,
Dreams in reality,
Dreams come true moments,
Fulfilled minds,
Fun-filled times,
Memories get replenished,
Memories that never forget,
But once pacemaker stops,
It's all done , nothing much again...

A passionate flame.
To the stars.
The moon.
The sea.
Everything in between.
Trapped in a loop.
Pain.
Twisting in a thousand knots.
Lashing out in sorrow.
It burns.
Eating at the skin.
Melting away.
The flame can't escape.
The flame dissipates.
Burning away at the seams.
The flame withers away.
To never be seen again.
No matter how much the flame screamed.
The flame wasn't heard.
The flame never had room to breathe.
Nobody to hear it's screams.
The flame burns out.
Only leaving the heat it once had.