I always see forever in my angel's eyes
I believe that tomorrow for us never dies
I feel him here, a man so kind and wise
Yet everyday, his love is a great surprise

Never did I see that forever is true
A better tomorrow becomes bitter for you
Devotion is a lie, it's an illusion, too
A cruel fate until you fall through

Oh, an illusion for someone with hatred
Why I should listen to you who's outdated?
What I know is love is something that's sacred
I don't want now my time to be wasted

Ha! Hate just brings too much weight
Perhaps, love is an infatuation state
Temporary as it is, a passing moment to abate
Time is wasted into dreams that don't conflate

Why do you always tell me what you think?
Those things in your mind they always slink
Don't you see your limits, your own brink?
Can't you just let me find my heart's missing link?

I am just seeing reality, thinking out loud!
Reality is crowded as life is full of cloud
A prince without a crown is not allowed
A heart lost in the dream town is now cowed

I know you have so much words to say
You can turn me down all the way
But I will still stand and hold my love's bouquet
Hand in hand we will walk forever and a day

Happiness
      Is bound
          By light
   In a cruel,
               **dark
       World.

you can't hurt me,
no, you can't hurt me,
you can not hurt me,
say,why would you hurt me?
I knew it...you wouldn't hurt me,
you never thought of hurting me..
Do not hurt me.
No,no you can not hurt me.

You went away,
or your were part od dream?
I forgot your name,
i forgot your 7 kind of smiles.
i never counted those 58 steps
we took holding each others heart,
you can not hurt me.
there is nothing to hurt.
i never loved the way you were.
Or did you hurt me..?

Poems are made of sadness and pain.
of heavy down pours of hate and rain,
Poems are made when world gets wide
from a pain that cuts from side to side.
Poems are made of you and i,
of broken promises and rusty smiles.
Poems are made to **** my hate,
to **** the  ***** who carries my fate.
Poems are way to shut my rage,
to scribble and cry on an empty page.
Poems are made to keep me in place,
with a smile and a crown, living with grace.