Do I know
Who I am on my own
Before I've met
Any other I have known?

I ask do you care
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I knew this before
You ruined me to the core

Every way, each day
I am present to see it.
His miracle of being
I the recipient his gift
Awestruck, humbled, blessed
This I understand completely
Though I know not how, or why
I.  This man I still learn to know
As myself, of my self,
Admit having witness his growing
In great measure do I envy him
See his approach at living, being
embodying the kindest soul,
Naturally thoughtful and caring
How he is, has become
A lesson that I do learn from
My little legacy, so far beyond
better than from which he comes
I worry for him as fathers must
But not of him, of life's unexpected
always haunting every person
just out of foretelling, behind any horizon
For this treasure of my life I know
No doubt, to be a person of light
Wits, genuine smiles, listening and learning
His my Son, He is my Hero
I am out done, and yet,
ever the more thankful.
Blessed by You Zieven Lee.
Thank You.  More than you'll ever know.

If you love someone you suffer in silence

Want someone you care for to live free of the pain that is harming you

Close in walls to keep them safe from your fires

Life is then never given the chance to twist them the way it twisted you

Let that person stay out of danger's way
They are better off lightyears away

i'm different now, id like to think
reading the past is as strange as it seems

a girl, so lost
i see

its hard to bare, the words of her/
i see into her,

so many years of pain, filled with resentment
for herself,

misunderstanding of the fact,
that she needs a reason to exist

she just does

Life is a sort of flavors!
Sometimes tastes so sweet,
some others it is just that salt.

Life is a sort of stories!
Sometimes she is the beauty,
other days she is the beast.

Life is a sort of colors!
Sometimes the moon light,
some others turns to an eclipse.

Life is a sort of seasons,
Sometimes warm as the spring,
suddenly freezing and cold just like the winter.

Life is a sort of lenses,
Sometimes the clear vision,
in others turns to blurry.

Life is a like person.
Sometimes it is a friend,
others might turns to a total stranger.

Whatever life is!
Whatever comes between!
It is always one of the two.