Today when the sun was setting,
                          I ran into a friend
whom I haven't seen in a long time.
As the cold air blows, I stopped in my tracks.
And he just p a s s e d me by.

I was a stranger - to someone I considered
                             - a friend.

And it hurt. I was a stranger to him.
Like the memories we shared
               - got taken away by the winds.
This made me feel
the cold breeze up until my nape.

And when the sun finally set,
At least the moon
              - shined brightly to comfort me.
Yet it still made me remember
the memories we shared under it.

I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.

She writes letters to the dead
She writes letters to her friends
She writes letters that has never been read.

She pours out her heart
In every word written by her pen in hand.
She loves to write, but she's not that good at it.

She writes poetry
Atleast that's what she calls it.

Her poetry has been read.
And she thought - wow
How amazing it felt.

She writes poetry
In a way so that she can escape.
She writes,
only until all her problems caught up to her
She stopped.

How can we really know when someone dies, if people live even when they're dead inside?

Maybe,
        
           I could be an athlete
           I'd win the marathon with
           Running away
                     - from all of my problems.

My life is a movie no one finishes
they leave halfway into the sadness.
I guess it's because they know
at the end of the movie,
there'll be nothing to hold on to
but tears and false hope.