That's what that girl said last night...
But,moving on-it's what my girlfriend said before I got dumped...

Seems like I am scared to invest emotionally...
Or I just thinks it's cool to have lots of honeys...

But tell me this,if lightning never strikes the same place twice...
Why can't I indulge in women,
when they are as plenty like grains of rice...

I'm moving away from the topic...
But once a snowball gathers momentum,
there's no stopping...

You want me to give you more?
Well,I can't because I am already giving you my all...

Maybe you are used to getting more than I can...
If that's the case,then I don't blame you if you want to leave...

See me as I am,my darling.
And not as you want me to be.
You make me feel like a man,my honey.
And that's why I treat you like royalty.

Love is like a dance that requires two.

Like mother nature's strings,
Keeping us together.
Connected to all that is,
We are all but puppets.

Controlled by the flow of time.
Comforted by the cessation of crime.

Past and Future,
Two sources of ego.
Two strings that tie us,
To the mind-
Which is our goldmine.

But we have forgotten,
that it is a tool.
Now it is rotten,
From lack of us.

The tool has become our master.
Now our fate is to serve,
For we lack the courage to master,
The strength to fight all its whims and fancies.

What is beauty?
The physical shape and features?
Or is this just another form of cruelty?
Us,not able to see the bigger picture...

We are quick to judge,
Without ever really understanding.
Our beliefs set in stone-don't budge.
That's why our lives are stranded.

We never appreciate each moment.
Always trying to get something,
So life escapes us like a gift stolen...

Beauty is everywhere but we are blind.

We only see mistakes and imperfection.
Cos instead of eyes,we use the mind.

The eyes are the windows to the soul.
Yet I see no love or curiosity in yours.
It's as if you have seen it all.

Is this love i feel?
Because when i am around you,
I sometimes forget to breathe.

Is this love i feel?
Cos everytime i wake up next to you,
I feel like i am still in a dream.

Is this love i feel?
Cos you look like a portrait,
Whenever you are still sitting still.

Is this love i feel?
Cos my heart has always been yours,
To steal.

Is this love I feel?
Cos when you are not around,
I wonder,what is your deal.

Are the feelings i have mutual,
Or are my attempts at love futile

This is the life that we live.
With no options at all,
Besides to smoke on these trees.
I'm high so catch me if I fall.

I'm in my own world.
My mind disconnected from reality.
These are not my own words.

Bear with me as I reveal all.
In the hopes that you will learn,
To accept yourself and stand tall.
We all the same-all of us,man...

Struggling with different issues.
But there will always be people,
Around like a box of tissues...

Helping us through this journey.
This journey called "life".
Sometimes we wonder-if only
If only we could just have enough.

Why are we here?
Many have asked.
Like a debilitating fear,
We've tried to keep it masked.

Are we here through God's will?
Or because of a Big Bang?
Will we ever stay still?
Or continually try to move ahead.

The universe remains as it was,
A mystery.
While we remain behind bars.
This is our present and history.

The future is there,ever so bright.
And our purpose is to do what is right.