The day loving someone becomes a crime —

The world will lose all its light.

i dont know why i love you.  just know that i do
your love in return i didnt get from you
to you im just a toy when you want play
something you can use then put me away

ive tried eveything to prove i really care
treat me like a fool pretend that im not there
harder i try you dont want to know
no matter what i do i cant let you go

i cant walk away find some body new
just wanna keep the love that i have for you
share again the love when you used to care
all the love we knew that was always there

On a busy afternoon i sat on the floor,
and i felt someone looking at me.
Through the glass frame peering into room,
Was an old, brown wood tree.

The tree was old, yet rather slim,
And i wondered how it spent it's day.
Was it by feeling the raindrops fall?
Or by watching the children play?

The tree had rusty green leaves,
Dwelling on its branches all along.
When the wind blew and the leaves moved,
They'd whistle it a beautiful song.

The tree was still and i could move,
Yet to me, it felt more alive.
As i could move, still feel stuck.
And it was still, at peace and thrived.

I often envy the brown wood tree,
As it enjoys the sunset of june.
Thinking that, i get up and realize that I'm late,
To continue with my busy afternoon.

its always a step close
and a mile back
one misplaced foot
and a thousand atoms far
an elephant in the room
but we pretended it was just us
one white lie
is all it took to be apart
a question that lingered
that we never dared to ask
a story that was never read
we judge covers too fast
walking on blind path
with hopes that never really lasts
visioning the future
with the faintest of light
but the future will never come
even the brightest stars die

everybody talks about life. how great and how sad it is at times but nobody seems to elucidate the dread of living your life on sidelines. how painful it is to let every moment slip up for the hopes of it all.
we forget to feel to see to hear to sense in general. the morning rushed and evenings quiet nights hollow and words a burden  the expectations shattered, prayers unanswered and wishes that never met this truly all what we possess? and with all that time still ticks and we forget to live those little moments. we are all quite aware that this is our last life,  the last breath the last fight so why why are we in such a rush. as a kid restlessly waiting for being a teenager as a teen agitated to become young adults and as young adults dreaming for a quiet tranquil seniority and as elderly craving for the sweet  age of innocence and carelessness. this is your life your view your opinions your thoughts your air your breath your words so sink sink in deep feel it intensely declare it profoundly live. and as you are there sinking back in the realm of momentarily funny reels and stuck in the painted picture of others in social media i want you to take a deep breath the deepest you could breath hold it as long as your lungs could possibly could and exhale it as loud as you can immense yourself too and promise promise the little one the little zygote that cried in the embrace  of your mother The tiny spark that fed on the umbilical cord—the little zygote that braved the trek through your mother’s ****** to start your story. promise promise you will experience promise you will escapade promise you will embrace  promise you will feel and promise you will perceive. promise you will live.