❝Isn’t the ending of a lovely story supposed to have all the bad guys die? For example, you, or me…❞
there won’t be anyone left to tell the story.

From lots of laughter, splashing and playing, and sharing memories
to it
coming to an end.

We blame the night for being scary,
But the people who sleep blaming it,
Never felt sorry.
It’s never that dark to truly call it night—
We just need excuses to hide.
We hate the beautiful morning,
Wishing it were night again…
Yet when night comes,
I close my eyes to sleep again.

You know me
I know you
Some don't see it
We do
No matter tbe ups and downs
Trials and tribulations
We are in it no matter whatever
The truth is clear no ties to sever
You see what otners fail to see
Somebody said I could do better
You know I couldn"t love you more

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For some, family is blood.
For some, family is love.
For some, family is everything.
For some, it’s nothing.
But no one knows what family is.

I got a bird who checks on my health every morning.
Got a mother who wakes up early
to prepare some meal
and creates hygiene.

Got a father who works day and night
still making sure I sleep at night.

Got a naughty sister —
teases me all day, all night,
but still there when I cried.

I fight easily with anyone —
got a brother’s back to hide.

Got a lover who is polite.
Got some friends who know their boundaries.
Got some poets who don’t judge me,
even when I write bad poetries.

Got a vulture who comes at night,
making sure I sleep alright.

I know
I can still thrive without them in my life…
but then
I will head
to a meaningless life.