When the young man arrived into town,
his throat was very dry,
So he wandered into the closest bar.

It was dark and dingy,
But at the same time vibrant and alive, For a band played in the back.

Just a few younger individuals,
Vibrant and lively,
Rocking as if playing for sold out Stadium,
Instead of a bar of six.

It was then that the young man had his idea,
Notes rushing to him like cascade,
And the realization that music was where he was happiest,
It's what fill the hole in his heart.

He left the bar, knowing what he had to do,
His passion was reignited,
The flames fanned.

A goal now set,
Young man went to the bus station and continued West.

The young man stepped off the bus,
Pack of clothes on his back,
Guitar case in hand.

He decided to forge his own path,
In this place were so many had failed before,
Just another individual in the City of Angels.
His chuck's scraped the pavement as he spun around,
Trying to take it all in.

Quickly he found the city was but gilded, It's thin layer of gold covering the lead core underneath.

It got to the point where the young man had almost given up hope.

But steadfast he marched on, Accumulating like-minded individuals, And soon they stood shoulder-to-shoulder.

Ready to take the World by storm.

He rises with sun as the evening fades
with a blank on his face, he goes back to bed
asking, when can he die?
and when can he live?
for he felt like dying even if he breathe

He stands with sun as darkness evanesces
with tears on his face, he walks back to bed
asking, who did this?
and who did that?
for everyone's a reason that he wants to live not

He climbs with sun as the shadow's gone
with a hope on his face, he jumps back to bed
asking where's the blade?
and which wrist is?
for a an art of red will help him resist

He soars with sun as gloom dwindles
with an exchaust on his face, he crawls back to bed
asking what now?
and what then?
for he's tired of things that never conclude

He ascends with the sun as the night withers
with a smile on his face, never he left the bed
saying how fascinating,
and how wonderful
for finally his boring story will come to an end

As the sun perishes and the shade prolongs
everything cries as he dies
he is waiting for this moment
and for the last of his time
through death,
He smiles

i think about you
as i gaze at the stars
dazzling, twinkling stars
out in the cloudless sky

sparkling like glitter,
accompanying the moon
are miniature specks of light
gleaming all-night long

i sit here in the meadows
looking at the shimmering stars
dancing to the faint music
made by the rustling of the trees

now, i stare blankly
realizing how sad it must be
to be like a star, far away from
its nearest neighbor

the both of us are like stars
struggling to find
each other's light
because we are light years apart

I'm busy telling myself that we were meant to be,
but what if we were never meant to be?
What if we were just meant to meet?
Meant to share a great deal of sweet memories.
Meant to learn, to love and to move on.
What if our meant to be, was never meant to be and it cannot be?
And what it should be is for us to find peace.
Find ways to move on.
Find new faces.
Find new love.
But if that's all that we were meant to be, why is moving on feeling so impossible?
You see loving someone; it’s like holding a dove in your arms.
It might be yours but its still gotta fly.
They say if you really love it, you should set it free; and if it’s meant to be, it will be.
It will return to your arms.
You shouldn't hold on to it, and you shouldn't refuse to let it go.
What I do realize now is that I was squeezing too tight,
And all this time you were suffocating,
Praying for a gasp of fresh breath but I didn't notice,
Because all wanted was to always have you.
See now I hope you haven't lost your ability to fly,
Because what I'm doing now, is setting you FREE.
Spread your wings,
Follow the wind and chase after seasons, because you deserve to.
I find myself singing "I Could’ve, Would've, Should've" because what I Should've, was to let you go a long time ago.

the only thing
that's left with
my burning
and unrequited love
are cinders capable
of flaming up again

i'm just waiting
for someone
to light it up again
but it surely
won't be you

I’m in the strawberry’s secret seeds
hiding from blue in the red
before my pink becomes entirely grey
and muted
and suddenly everything stopped
and the lights went dark
no, the sun went down
but I’m still hiding while the others
crawl out of their caves
to sing praises to our moon
and kiss each other in whole holy love