I am sorry
If you don't like my poems
I am sorry
That even if you don't like them you still sometimes have to see them
But you know i can't stop writing
Sometimes even when there is no rhyme or reason
I sometimes even question myself why why do i write them?
And what do i want from them?!
I know they are far from the lyrical analogy of a well formed mind deeply inclined towards touching the chords of another heart in a random tandem
But i can't stop
So pardon

You talk of everything, Ceecee
But you mean nothing, Ceecee
You talk about the world, Ceecee
But you are not of this world, Ceecee
You are kind Ceecee
And  you are one of a kind, Ceecee
But tell me
......
Are u the disease, Ceecee
Or will you be the ultimate cure, Ceecee
Are those your eyes, Ceecee
Or is that the reflection of me that i find nice, Ceecee
Are you the veins,
Or are you the arteries Ceecee
Are you taking away
Or are you bringing in the Pain, Ceecee
Will it be the ultimate love
Or will it eventually go dilute, Ceecee

Cruelty doesn't make her cry anymore,
Those rose thorns don't hurt so much
As a sweet caress
Sweet words do
They hurt, they touch
They make her cry
They make her wonder
Where did they come from
Chinese fingergames
Angry child...
Breaks her
Its like waiting
Small a gesture
Can hurt you so much

feel too much
Scratch the surface
Rose petals
Stain on the cheeks
Smile without reason
Songs make u blush
Think too much
Sleepless nights
Testing waters
page after page unread
Am I in love
Or its just love?!

All the world's happiness is for you and there is nothing for me
You got a garden full of beautiful roses
And i got a garden full of succulent cacti trees
I know even roses have thorns
And sometimes u too bleed
But imagine bleeding all the time
Because that's the fate of having a cacti tree
Yes even cactus have flowers,
On those rare occasions
But have u ever seen anyone talking about cacti flowers
Oh the horrors of being a little flower on a much thorny tree?!

Thou art so cruel world
Every time he went out
A little something in him died...

She asked me my name
And although i had no intention of telling her
I ended up revealing more than she could contain
It was play pretend from then on
I sometimes tried to touch her heart
But my hands passed through
At times she felt like a hologram
She was busy doing chores
while i was counting painful scores
We held each other close
But we couldn't be farther
She was pieced together so tightly
And i was fragmented so badly
But what was common was
We both were broken once
And still are...