I'm tired of repeating the same thing,
In tired of waiting,
I'm tired of not being brave enough,
I'm tired of being that typical girl who waits for a guy to come and mend her heart,
I'm tired with all that thing,
I'm tired of being ugly,
I'm tired of being "not good enough",
I'm tired of being fat,
I'm tired of seeing you passing by me without any words coming out from your soft lips,
I'm tired of waiting for miracles to happen,
I'm just tired with the same thing,
Going on and on my life,
You weren't there!

I just want you to make a move
Or should I?
I'm not brave enough,
But I want you,
I want you.

This crush thing,
Its not going to fade like that,
No,
Its not.

I rather keep it in my heart ,
Then letting you know.

But I know!
If you love somebody,
Sacrifice for them,
Put your ego and pride aside and that's .... true love...
I accept the challenge to make the very first move,
But I don't know how?
Where to start?
What to say?
What if you hate it?
What if you hate me after that?
What if you don't want to look at me?
What if ...

Its day 13,
And I'm struggling ..
With my inner peace ,
My inner self ,
Falling so bad..
Again
For you ..

With skin of satin and heart of glass
The dancer watches the seasons pass
The crisp winter air has gone away
Leaving summer an empty stage

Her hair is long
Her body tired
For she has long awaited summers hour

The day is light, life leaps through the sky
Bringing forth flowers and bright butterflies

The nights are warm
A speckled sky
The orchestra plays, natures guide

She stands to dance
Her eyes are blue
But alas she has lost her dancing shoes

The moonlight dances in her eyes
Reflecting the light as she cries

I'm the fruit from the tree of the northern desert.
Where the grounds are dehydrated with  cracks  that run deep in their skins.
Bleeding the veins of plants to the last drop.
Draining the essence of all living things and yet still a victim of The unquechable thirst.
The heat forever calescent. The tree pleading to the sky for a drop of hope, for angels to cry and bless us with tears of joy.

Once was a little humming bird
So innocent & true
He loved a good adventure
But longed for something new

Singing his sweetest tune
He flew
Unsure of where & how he knew
That the distant land would hold something much less than fulfilling

For that little humming bird
Had been searching foreign lands
Wanting excitement & ambience but was missing so much more

So now that little humming birds sings to a different tune
He's now searching inside himself to be happier & strong
For within finding his inner peace he saw further than ever imagined