I should send clichés or lovely silly texts,
And what would Her respond withhold,
A laughing emoji and painful nothing next,
Wow! It gotta be the cliché (to over told),
Or Her didn’t notice the most unsexy flirt,
So hard having the digits of your crush.

Hustle one or two hands to do a phone call,
I’ll do anything, way before got Her notice,
Whatever, calls are unpredictable,
Hint I’m cute, funny, depressing or banal,
Hope She isn’t busy, sleepy, just not right now,
But not answering and I crying until heaven come down,
So hard having the digits of your crush.

Settle, like pics, sending love arrows through socials,
But seem like a creep; having nothing on my profile,
If we’re dating, my page overload with pics of Her,
Go old school, sorry, meant Facebook but it’s lame,

After I did everything then She says,
“I just don’t like you.”

She wishes she’s missed,
She tried to wrap her arms around me,
No, I’m happy without her,

She must let me be,
But the more she tries doesn’t deter
Her. The Darkness

I am a lethal weapon.
A weapon nobody must come upon,
A weapon ready to blow,
A weapon that can **** you,
A weapon that can **** me.

I love you but I’m a weapon.
A very, very lethal weapon.
Killing anything in it’s path and beyond.

I love you but I’ll hurt you,
I’ll do more than bruises
And making your eye blue.
I try to put safety but I’m still a danger,
I give us space but I can ****** from afar.

I love you but I must push you away.
Better to leave you with a little sting
Than to **** you with my hot ammunition.

The sun will rise everyday,
Then will decent at sunset everyday,
The air will fill and empty your lungs
Every second and every minute everyday,
Hundreds of people die everyday,
But there’s thousands of births everyday,
Your history grows with every passing day,
And your future grows smaller everyday,
You must open your gift, the present, everyday
Even if it’s unpleasant or the best thing ever,
You must accept this gift everyday
And everyday and everyday and everyday,

Then comes that one day,
You see the sunrise and the sunset
And feel the air pass through your lungs
On that day you can touch the happy
Ambience of new live, the last time, and hear
The stories of your yesterday and listen
To the hopes for an innocent infant’s life,
On that day your hopes are pipe dreams
Cause today there’s no more tomorrow
Sadly, you join the fact of everyday
Then when you enter the door of sorrow
Inside the house the beds are cold coffins
And your everyday become yesterday.