What are you, if not a whisper?
a knot in my throat, a feel of used air,
a blurry vision, a light that smells?
...
What am I, if not a mess?
a pain in the heart, a sense of regret,
painful collision, a flickering smell?
...
No, you're not,
and no, I'm not.
A long-gone memory,
a mesmerizing melody.

Why you?
Why me?
Why us?
Why this?
Why now?
Why love?
Why heart?

when you go
where will i be
where will you go
when i am no longer me

ashes to ashes
sea to sea
we'll ride the winds
for eternity

the waves crash
and wash away
the parts of us
we wish would stay

sometimes a crowded place, seems empty;
manytimes thoughts only, make a crowd;
want to talk to someone, but someone seems no one;
one who you can say yours, one who you can say anything;

one or two names bounce in mind;
but evil heart dont agree, "no compromises" he says;
says he "why to disturb, why to overload them";
is there anyone who will never get disturbed??;

no relation fills that emptiness;
its a company with no demand no request;
not expecting anything although everything is available;
Just a string of unsaid understanding;

sitting hours together, feeling the completeness;
talked a lot but still chat never ends;
thinking a lot, dreaming about, feeling the company;
knowing the other will be doing the same;

coming in reality, discovering the truth;
listening the unsaid, dreaming the myth;
conversation i never had, feeling i never felt;
time exits this world of virtuality;

whenever i feel such i enjoy some;
i envy some, feel helpless but not hopeless;
enlightening my hopes i come back in worldly world;
with a smile hiding undefinable expression;

when you are alone is..
when you're thoughts start
when the memories start
when you're reminded of the darkness

then you realise
you're not alone
you're, in fact, surrounded by people

you realise
you are not alone
because lonliness is always with you

but always remember that
there's someone out there who
when
you're alone, they'll be you're shadow
when
you need to cry, they'll be your shoulder
when
you're not happy, they'll be your smile

Friends . . . old friends . . .
One sees how it ends.
A woman looks
Or a man tells lies,
And the pleasant brooks
And the quiet skies,
Ruined with brawling
And caterwauling,
Enchant no more
As they did before.
And so it ends
With friends.

Friends . . . old friends . . .
And what if it ends?
Shall we dare to shirk
What we live to learn?
It has done its work,
It has served its turn;
And, forgive and forget
Or hanker and fret,
We can be no more
As we were before.
When it ends, it ends
With friends.

Friends . . . old friends . . .
So it breaks, so it ends.
There let it rest!
It has fought and won,
And is still the best
That either has done.
Each as he stands
The work of its hands,
Which shall be more
As he was before? . . .
What is it ends
With friends?

These weak knees
And battered knuckles
Cannot take anymore.
The bruises speak for themselves
And the scars have their stories.
Yet,
After all this time
I cannot bring myself to end
This beautiful abuse.