Can you remember a while ago,
when you were just a little child, boy or girl,
when the moon is the only place you wanted to be,
and your goals were the only thing you wanted to achieve.
Remember the little girl who said 'I want to be a doctor and save lives'
of all the children, adults, husbands and wives,
remember the little boy who only wanted to be an actor,
where his determination was his number one factor.
Remember how change used to excite you, and make you grow,
and you used to learn these things you loved to tell and show.
Remember now, when you weren't so small,
when obstacles hit, but they only wanted to make you tall,
and you thought your dreams were useless and you felt shame,
because you thought you weren't good enough.
Now remember how you overcame that, through good times and rough,
remember when you said 'my dreams weren't broken'
when your desire, was again awoken.
And you reached your goals, you did yourself proud,
you were flying through every cloud.
remember that joy you felt inside,
all the happiness and all the pride.
So always remember to look back on that,
because when you sat alone on that rug and mat,
you pushed through, and didn't give up like a brat.
Remember, for every great success, great pain comes before it,
yet you have to continue, and take all of the hits.
Remember, giving up is not you,
for all your dreams and goals, you must pursue!

A connection, a spark,
light in the dark;
lust into love,
as pure as the angels above;
both so young, both so dumb,
just the two of them was their sum;
they felt the world move as they moved,
everything intertwined in just their groove;
so madly in love, as if the world was only filled with those two,
both went hand in hand together, like a toolbox and the screws;
but then, both did things they said they wouldn't do,
and soon they realised it was no longer them two;
they realised in fact 'the world does not revolve around us',
and they were just two teenagers who were once in ocean deep love;
and as the days had passed, they had spoken less and less,
both did things to ease away the stress;
and now, they would hardly speak at all,
ironic for two who once stood so tall;
and all they have now are memories so fond,
of the love they had for each other, once so strong;
and now in their hearts, the memories remain deep,
for every once in a while, there would be a tear or a weep;
funny how life pans out,
yet time keeps moving forward, without a doubt...

You're just like fire.
poise with the flames,
gently with the pace of sin,
nothing could stop your wild life.
just like a burning night owl, living between the firefly.

No honey.

Im not even a spark.
I don’t know what I am compare to you.
Call me that innocent wind, fascinated your enchanted flames and
who flew across you but startled by your heat,
Call me that clueless feather who got burned by you but not last more than a minute,
Call me that little white bird who left its nest and try to live the night,
Call me anything that is not supposed to be near the fire in the night.