I told you not to leave ,
I told you not to break ,
I told you not to believe,
Whatever you heard ,

Them words they meant something ,
But they mean nothing now,
You are excited about leaving ,
And all I say is how?

With you everyday was summer ,
With you everyday was spring ,
I can't get any dumber ,
Waiting for my phone to ring ,
A call from you so impossible it seems ,


When I talk about it ,
Its as if I'm living dreams ,
Some dreams are bound to be true ,
While some are just used to keep our hope !!

Our love my darling is the second type,
Even dreaming about you for me is hope ,
Do we have a source of life as strong as hope ?
The more we hope the better we can cope ....

By Arcassin Burnham


Touching The Skin,
Scriptures depend,
Doing things that sin won't be held accountable for then again,
Heart turned to stone in a matter of seconds way before the end,
We tempted to love and just give it a try but she left me for a friend,
Sacrificed a love for a another she was aiming after tricking me
Making me think that we could be a trustworthy couple that will
Handle anything when it comes to taking care,
I was ready for marriage and we all knew you didn't care,



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Daffodils where the old well use to be laying out a piece
Of cloth in the moonlight,
My memory doesn't serve me well feeling all the things
That I feel held in this life.

Here's an ode to the
Oh- that feeling in my stomach
when you turn it
upside down
inside out
through my mouth came words
and now suffer under your sea of humility

I know it's hard to see me,
It's getting harder to speak
when they don't have the time to
hear my cries,
to wait for my mistakes-
No.
I take it back.
No.
I never said a thing.

He was never one with words,
He have those in his head,
But not in his voice.

He believed in waiting for the right moment,
And time will reveal it all,
Without ever changing what already is.

Another hero came rushing in,
Shaking her world,
And of what she knows.

He was there first,
But he was not the one to claim,
Years of effort has gone to the drain.


- HIY

When it has come to thousand years
All the leaves have fallen and replaced
All the water has dried and filled again
All the souls have died and born again
And I have sat on all the bench at every park
I'll still love
Love you again
And bigger and bigger again

My heart has rolled back and forth
My blood has spilled buckets and buckets
My hand has written thousand lyrics
But still
I'll still love you
Love you more
And more and more again

Don't question
I met no answer
But I'll still
Love you again
And more and more again

Had I let time and weather reach this minuscule pebble
that it had let itself be tainted with powdered pistachio

Had I been so grateful to put it out of its misery
tossed into the river of ever-flowing ink, varnished by the sun