Footprints on the beach,
Picking up stories like shells for our collection
Every step we move forward is to leave behind something,
But what do we leave?
People?
Places?
Memories?
The old me?

Droplets in the ocean
Trying to change the way the tide is moving,
To become the tempest, I have to leave the stream,
But what changes?
People?
Places?
Temporary things?
The new me?

The sun sets on the mountains,
Taking away the warmth of day,
I find myself believing in wishes on stars,
And what will happen?
People?
Places?
Dreams?
The future me?

Sometimes the past slips away -
a dream that never was.
But the wanting stays,
like a ghost in the hallway.
We carry it,
each step a little lighter.

You must walk through summer’s blaze,
where heat and haste paint every day,
with golden hours that slip too fast,
and dreams that burn but never last.

Only then, as shadows grow,
will autumn call you soft and slow,
with colors bright yet fading fast—
the calm that follows seasons past.

The rain falls down
an inconvenience to lambast
you remember the last time
you cried

I was there
you didn't see me
but, I was right next to you
we cried together
even if you couldn't see me

you were sad
I rested my hand on your shoulder
I don't think you noticed
you were aware of me
when i tried to put my arm around you

you wanted to be alone
I know this isolation

this
Loneliness

I respect you
I cherish you

maybe:
two islands

In the search of love
I'm losing myself
All my dreams about you
Seems too real to be broken
The talks, the touches
Always leave some fainted effects
Wishing to meet you forever
Laughing, waiting for me
Somewhere in the midst of my dreams