Fortonuate palms skim the dogeared surface
Of the snakes and ladders without clear direction--

Hot tea and foggy glasses. Familiar lips
That look as young as ever when they smile.

Sun melting in the clouds like mollases
While the breeze lifts and plays with

Our clothes.

Hollow words served as concierge
For this used up body-- orbs and a silhouette,

That's all you get as it's all I was perceived as

And all I've left to give.

But here I don't have any will to offer.

I've gave you everything and how peaceful

It is to be contempt replaying another day.

What do I see after
The dream is done
Either the still night
Or the morning sun

What do I want
From my daily life
A happy partner
To be a good wife

What do I wish
For the sky above
A clean earth vision
Built with love

What do I need
For the children I teach
To be a priority
Not a dream out of reach

What can I do
For the world so cruel
Write congress letters
Not elect fools

What is the reason
For humanity
To honor each other
Plant a new seed

why do we call it "falling in love?"

perhaps it's in the act of giving oneself up
or maybe it's because you take a leap of faith
or is it because when you fall

        you either get caught
                                  
                             ­              or
                                                   you get hurt?

Can you be so sure that you're eyes are not deceiving
That it is not you who's glasses are fogged over with those roses
Pink film world
Can you be so sure, you have seen me?
When we are naked in bed, how can you tell?
When I tell you those secrets, am I obvious?
In truth, we're just scared children learning about love.
Different experiences to add up.

My apologies, fear speaks strongly

I don’t feel your love
But I believe you love me
And I trust my belief
As...trust matters!!

Love me.
Never have I said such words so explicitly.
For who I am, the mess that I am.
Never have I admitted how weak I am.
As a human being, as your friend.
Never have I been so in touch with my emotions.

Tell me that you'll have my back whenever I mess up.
Never have I been brave enough to trust someone else.
Tell me that you'll always be there for me, when we are happy or sad.
Never have I put down the mask of a smile when I am in company.
Tell me that I am enough, not too bad and not too good.
And never, never have I felt just right.

It was always 'If you do this right, I'll appreciate you.'
It was always 'If you help me, I'll give you a hand.'
It was always 'If you love me, I'll love you back.'
I have nothing else to offer, this is who I am now.
You can take it or leave it, and I won't beg you to stay.
Because in the end, love is a choice, and I can't ask you to love me.