we speak of thought
and carry the night
but inside our hearts
we bury the life
oh dear ego,
you run away so easy
i can't rely on you anymore
you deserve no place in chest
cause you lift me so high
then flee when i'm destroyed
.
.but at the end of the day
we'll fight to keep sane
in this colored world
i'm humbled

Love is like a bottle with
the lid ******* to tight.
Try so hard to twist
and pry it open
but it spills all over and
then it feels like a glass half full
and a waste of -

Love is like a weird transition,
never know when it's coming, but
when it does, it just feels right.

It is almost like the life that you are,
the tears that you tear apart
in your humble momentary stay,
disappear before you
and then you become someone else,
you become someone's new–
the apple of their eye

and when you are the happiest,
they die.

Arm yourselves with shame... Humble heartedness; the gallows of Ego.

One loved,
And died for love,
Cause happiness wasn't an option.

Another loved,
And lived for love,
Cause happiness wasn't an option.

Who loved more?
I wonder...*

❥

Humility
In essence
  Is simplicity
Rise above overbearance
Fall beneath innocence
  To the cowering man
Search out the transperant
Shy feelings
  Don't fret
Expand understanding
Release tension
  Inherit greatness