Driven by the wild selfish air,
Taken through all foul and fair,
I wonder if life always will be,
A fallen leaf yearning to get its tree.

Wind so stroked its ruthless blade,
An instant parting from life was made.
I screamed if someone could hold my fall,
My cry to the dumb world seemed small.

O you who move with pride on earth,
I too was once green with mirth,
Perplexed I’m why bliss is so brief,
Why all paths end up in grief?

I always followed the sun’s amber flight,
Amazed I was when all that was left,
With me was night!

We* both started this story
and I'm really proud of our glory.
I knew when I first saw you
that life has finally
given me something new.


Our story has been nothing but great,
it is beyond anyone's control, this is fate.
Creating this story has kept
the coldness away
and now the skies were blue &
not gray.


But all stories must come to and end,
our goodbyes are now sealed
like a ******, our story must now
descend.


It seems to me that we must
finish this story because it's about
to rust.
We cannot save this story anymore,
we must end this and stop to ignore
all the signs that always has been there
looking at our story with it's glare.


This is the end.
*Yet, I love you

Heaven full of dark gloomy patches,
Yonder a fierce storm approaches.
Here I stand overflowing of youth,
Agonies of life they say are sooth.


Lo! the storm impulsed me so,
Leaves n' branches stooped all low.
Hither I lie yelling of pain,
Efforts to recuperate all go in vain.


Little they know what feels being solitary,
Men do praise my flowers in flattery.
Tasting the troughs of life being doomed,
Reflected how I was once ***** and bloomed.


The violent storm was followed  by rain,
Threw off all dust rejuvenated every vein.
Days passed : now my curve is gone,
And Lo! here I stand up on my own.


I reckon from the heaven a reminder was sent,
Sorrows and cheers of this life are never constant.

It warms my heart when he tries to give me new bruises...

... I wonder if the world can see it's me that he abuses.