Wondering.
What if i did not grow feelings,
I assume too much to be your king.
What if I fall on someone else,
Will you unban me on your castle?

What if I let go on my ego,
What if my pride were on low?
Would I still be hearing my name
Coming out from you?


What if I did not tell you,
Can i still call you nicknames,
Like hey lil brat?
What if ?

If I die,would you remember me?
Would you say ,its your fault and tell sorry ?

I stand on top of a rock
Sorrounded by seas,
Carrying my sorrow at my back
And waves, aren't at eas.

Time to time I face roaring waves
I freeze at dark,burned during light,
Years passed,but still my self couldn't behave
For being watched by the rising tide.

From high and beneath
Seaguls and sharks scouts,
And There I starv and soon will face death

Never fall in love with a poet
for their words are sometimes lies
on occasions they're a shield
on occasions a disguise

They will take you on a journey
upon which they bare their soul
in a bid to ease your burdens
in a bid to make you whole

But in every word they choose
for the stories that they tell
lies a little piece of heaven
and a little piece of hell

Tormented souls we poets are
sometimes quite broken and despaired
in search of lost expressions
missed by others who once cared

Never fall in love with a poet
unless you're prepared to share their pain
to hold them close on the darkest nights
over and again

Some of the best words of art
come from the most
bruised and battered
of hearts.

i told you i felt abandoned and depressed
you told me i was too tiring
i needed you
you didn't want to be there
i was abandoned and depressed