What is most saddening?
When they think they are joking,
That sarcasm goes pretty well,
The world laughs,
But to you it's a stab,

Or when they say you "thank you",
But you smile and say "it's okay",
But they leave in a blink of an eye,
You don't only feel replaced,
But they make you feel invisible,

Or when they walk beside you,
Like you never knew them,
Like you were no one,
Like things never happened,

Or when they approach you,
You feel they need you,
You feel you should be there,
So you stand with them,
Until the end,
But it wasn't because they needed you,
It was because of their own reason,
They needed only thing they were looking for,
Or when they call you useful ,
Or when they call you useless,
Because you were not enough for them,

Or when they call you a friend,
But behind is their other reason
Or another face,
That you are too scared to see,

Or when they call you worthless,
Or when they call you heartless,
Without knowing how you lost your heart,
When you did and why you did,
But you and only know the truth.

Some are too good at goodbyes,
A couple of letters,
A couple of confessions,
Some words like " I'll miss you"
Some like "we'll meet soon"
Some photos with moments stuck in them,
Some times that have gone so far
You don't hope you'll be able to see a thing like that,
But you still hold your head up,
You pretend you are brave,
Brave enough to say a seven letter word 'goodbye'.

It doesn't seem so big,
Yet means something you know you won't be able to bear,
But you keep a heavy stone on your heart and you say it,
You feel it but don't exactly realize,
That your paths have been separated
And the time is gone,
Even though you'll see sun everyday
You will still feel cold
Like that cool wind and blues that winter bring and blows,
Or those cold winds that follows rain,
Or that touch that autumn brings,
With that de trop sadness,
After all, all we need is something to hope for,
To put our hearts into,
Our blood to run though them,
But dont forget the most deserving gets the most undeserved,
They will have to live with or without hopes,
In this hollow, cold, dark world.

You were like rain,
I stood inside, by a glass window,
I watched you touch the glass.
And it looked most beautiful thing to me.
As my fingers climed to it too,
I realized there was a sheild,
And I kept watching you,
And I kept breathing in its petrichor,
Then I perceived that we were near but were not together.
I did convince my heart to go out and get wet, but it told me it was scared to fall again and tear apart.
And once again, I smiled upon the rains, for I could feel you by my side somehow,
Though it made me feel shattered a little bit inside, for I suffered the feeling of the distance everytime it rained.
You were like a sad rain.

A poet hidden in a singer,
A singer hidden in a poet,
Under the grey skies,
On a land of snow,
Her lamp almost burned,
She wrote,
She was a poet,
But she sang too,
She sang her melancholic pieces of poetry, carved on wood,
She sang lullabies with her words, on torn ***** papers,
On a broken seat, with a dusty piano,
She bagan to play with the waves of notes, pushing her tired fingers, against the keys.
Afraid she was because she thought she was imperfect,
But some imperfections are beautiful and wonderful, she did not know that.
Her pain gave her words birth,
Her fears raised her words,
Her regrets made her sing,
Her beautifully written  poetry,
Not too strong, and not to powerful,
With a little voice, with a little hope,
A girl who was afraid to speak,
The one who was afriad of herself,
Invaded the universe.
With her unheard voice,
With those unspoken words.
An unexplained series began,
When her shaky voice sang her old lost lullabies,
And her soul lifted her voice up,
Her body still shaking.
But not quitting,
She wrote and wrote and sang and sang.
On sunsets, on oceans, on skies , on rain,
She wrote her heart out by singing with her soul.

A sailor and an artist on boat.
They fell for each other in the middle of the oceans, under the sky.
Directions lost and silence felt,
The sailor kept moving,
The artist kept painting,
The sailor watched the lanterns rise in sky
The artist then painted the scene on the canvas.
For nothing more mattered to them
Then time and place they met,
The heavenly love created a beautiful memory of that of them,
That could not be erased.
A love without letters and flowers.
A journey of memories, that would be with them always and forever.
That is how a sailor and an artist met.

I have had enough,
My fears surround me like when dark clouds surround the sky in storms.
My silence is louder than the thunder,
Yet it is unheard.
Thousand times I broke,
I broke into the pieces of glass that slips out of your hands in shock.
Pain made me cold,
Thoughts made me vulnerable,
I am too scared of living,
Afraid of loosing more,
And tired of trying to escape.
The more I try to go far away from here,
The more it holds me,
I feel like I am stuck in whirlpool,
I am trying to get out but it won't let me.
I have had enough.

Her eyes were cold,
Her lips were pale,
Her heart was frozen,
Her smile was broken,
Her soul was empty,
Her face was spotted with regrets and pain,
Her mind was possessed by some unknown powers,
Her emotions were burried when she was a young girl,
She was a peacock in a cage,
Beautiful but locked.
She had no words and no voice
For silence ruled her.
Her memory was her enemy
For it left her alone everytime.
Her fears? They were uncountable, infinty.
Her thoughts? They would haunt her.
Her dreams? They failed.
Her people? They ditched.
She was a dead flower,
No color, no fragrance,
Only thorns attached
And petals crushed.
That was her identity.