As the Stars twinkle at night
Each light comforts another
And another, and another
A dim glow from the universe

Under this breathtaking night sky
Children blending in the background
As they wait for heaven’s graces
Stars seem to have more twinkle than their eyes

As the night grew longer, and the moon rose higher
Heaven’s graces are nowhere to be found
Unlike the stars that were apparent to everyone’s eyes
They were hidden away in the darkness

A chorus of stomach growls are heard from the alleyway
They cannot wait for heaven’s graces no more
Each person passing by is as if a star in the night sky
Heaven’s grace is in such close reach

A glimmer appeared in their eyes
And other from the cold metal in their hand
Slowly they try to reach for the stars
To silence the cries of hunger in their head

Love brings happiness
It is warm and quite wonderful
Love gives a homely feeling
A belongingness, a place to be oneself.

When you're in deep enough
There's realization that love can hurt
Love becomes the reason for heartaches
It is harsh, and at times cruel.

The first experience of love...
Is pure, beautiful, and hopeful too.
Similar to when a flower blooms,
Giving off a sweet sweet scent.

You must not be reckless
Be cautious of its thornes.
For when the heart gets broken,
Comes second thoughts to love again.

But when in your heart
Comes love once more
Love without hesitation
Since all kinds of love are new

Love becomes a lie -
when you start to think of it as a game,
but unlike others this game has no victor.
For you'll have to pay the price,
since love is not a game from the start.
Expect you'll end up with tears and a broken heart.

People don't just fall in love because they have nothing to do,
We fall in love not because we want to
We fall in love because we feel the need to
And yes, all people need love.

I was hoping that maybe,

with every rise of the sun
- my dull eyes would light up.
with every drop of rain
- the tears running down my face would be hidden.
with every rainbow
- my grey colored life would gain color.
with the winds
- causing my hair to cover my face
   with an expression of anguish
with the thunder
- causing my screams for love to be deafened

when leaves start to fall
- maybe it'd explain the weight I am feeling,
   maybe it's just because of gravity
when the first snow comes
- maybe my thick clothing could replace
   the warmth you once gave to my heart.
when flowers start to blossom
- maybe I'll start looking at the world beautifully again
when summer comes in
- maybe your side of the bed will warm up again

Or maybe I'll just start the cycle all over again.

For what reason do people make promises?
So that strings will forever be attached?
For the sake of commitment?
Or maybe promises are just for false hope
It's something we hold onto thinking it will never break
but promises could be just as fragile as our broken hearts
and could be the reason why we broke our hearts in the first place.

home doesn't feel like home anymore
where can I find a place called home
you can call me a creep but with you
I found home

You. You are a ray of sunshine
Mine. My source of happiness
We. I thought we were happy

You. You were that guy I never had
Mine. Maybe it was my fault
We. We just weren't meant to be

You. It was always you and you again
Mine. I'll never be able to call you mine
We. We cannot be, you and I, missed our chance