How much hurt is too much hurt,
to not get hurt again?
How much hurt is too much hurt,
to let tears run dry?
How much hurt is too much hurt,
for no more left chest pain?
How much hurt is too much hurt,
to never stare at ceiling by nigh't?

You are a gold only when you are dead.

There was a garden of un-thorned red roses
protected by un-imaginable silvery- pink cages
fenced behind the stony stretched
rib-like walls
they said fumigation on roots and petals are necessary

but he took my hands and handed me a lit-ciggerate..

The truth asked lie, 'do you love me?',
lie kept lying, 'no i dont',
but truth read lie's eyes and replied,
'i love you too'....

Dear argument,
Stop your companionship with insult..

It's hard when you consider something as responsibility...
While if you are more passionate about it, it's more easy..

People says 'you are beautiful '..
But ever felt beautiful?