I took something from you,
sweet stranger
you'll never get it back
the sounds of explosions
that causes the permanent
ringing in your ears
the weight upon your back
the smell of blood piercing your nose
the taste of ammunition
clenched between your teeth
the sight of your men falling to the earth,
never given a second chance
will never fade.
you cannot escape it, my friend
you had no choice
they had no choice
we never get to choose.

Home is blue, like Ocean waves that crash around me as her eyes trace my silhouette like clockwork.
Home is her story on soft skin like ink on pages, telling strangers about her adventures and the world she wishes she hasn't seen..
Home is Her handprint cemented into the small of my back like it was always meant to be
If home is where the heart is, My home is her.

death is inevitable
you can't avoid it*
Everyone dies sooner or later
....But if eveyone dies
than why does it hurt everytime

I still love you
Tell me would it be wrong
to say that I wanted you to be *the one
I've tried moving on
but I just can't get over you
No one makes me feel the way you do
Is it wrong to confess these things
knowing who I might hurt
.....Tell me that you have these same feelings

In The Middle East, her cherry blossom yet descry, her peace when
she curiously sought bond throughout the world again but drew laity with such evanescence only those many years have blessed timber narrowly for her seance now she cries as her grip only hollowness then exult her art though wolf or fish in the river stay in these nuances as astonishment atone more over this region as view encapsulated and extended this craft to invoke this leveraged peace again.

You belong to yourself,
and you heart is mine.
Our third eye blind,
and our souls-mate with mind.

When she was 5 years old,
She was made to believe that
An ice cream can make someone stop crying

When she was 10 years old,
She was made to believe that
Girls should be modest and simple

When she was 15 years old,
She was made to believe that
She's too young to fall in love

When she was 20 years old
She was made to believe that
Real life, she could not handle

Now that she was 25
She had realized that everything
She was made to believe
Were nothing but all lies and opinions

Now that she was wise enough
She realized that an ice cream wouldn't solve a problem
That women can be whatever they want to be
That falling in love was just a normal thing
That the real world is complicated but manageable

Now that she was old enough
She will never believe
Anything or anyone
Unless she had experienced it
Unless she had seen it in her own eyes

She will never believe again
Because everything she was made to believe were all lies..

bottles on me
models full of make up
chains on me
enjoy it all before i wake up
i've been born to ball
show me *** **** naked
keep aiming high
so when I finally make it
i'll raise my green like patriot
**** all your haters
but i love your hatred
i'm on another level
you getting back to the basics

I remember when we would fight,
night after night.
Saying mean things,
doing things that weren't right.
Spewing venom that was out of sight
Such a shame....
So ******* lame....
Got so bad, I wanted to be by myself.
Got so nasty, we were bad for each others health.
Ended up walking away, and becoming someone else.
Leaving the past in the past,
Treating the present as its wealth.
I don't rely on anyone, but myself
I might not be picture perfect,
But if ******* worth it.
You just don't deserve it.
The love was good until the real pain surfaced.
luckily, for me - everything that happens, has a purpose.

I have a bonfire heart.
a love that burns deep red.
with the rise and fall of my chest it sirs, warming those around me.
but as the fire dwells down and the embers burn, the people leave.
who sticks around when the fire is at its lowest.
i have a bonfire heart.