Farewell,

be nice to the next

because i didn’t prepare you for nothing.

crave her heart more then you ever craved mine,

by far.

farewell,

now you know how much compliments mean to you’re future bride.

whisper her name in a secret dark spot of your heart,

and blow sparks to it.

farewell,

hand her the rose,

but don’t do it forced

if for you i was just the teacher,

then go on and start with he...

a red soft rose

smell of literal love

gives each other hope

but when you look at what’s holding her

hard and harmful thorns,

gives each other fear.

why do roses have thorns?

Why does love hurt?

Why is it that love is what i feel

but you’re not here?

distant in my soul

attatched to my control

please be part of my defects

and make me pretty with your seriousness

lets be one and not fight more

conect...

There was a river

a river that was covered with people’s sparks.

That water was under those hearts.

It smiled when he saw their smiles,

when the kindness ruled,

When the flowers bloomed and the birds chirpped all morning.

But one day that river turned into a river

little by little

the sparks got lost.

People decided to start gossiping,

envying others,

and stoped blessing people’s lives.

The ri...

The scars you leave continuesly when a thorn you throw at me.

The damage in your heart by those words i spit at you.

little by little our spark disappears.

the tears from our hearts are so real.

I wish, you wish, we both wish we were like back then,

when we first met and said,

“i love you dear.”

But the Scars in our hearts prove that love fades away.

_But if love fades away, why ...

**_If the whole world walks by our sides.

But we just stand looking at each other’s eyes

my love,

we won the trend.

We won in life.

If they all fly away,

hold my hand and take me far far from that day.

Lonely is better than without love my love.

And with you

i don’t rcognize lonely.

i count

one…

two…

and at the count of three

i open my eyes and you’re always here with me.

They fly to seek l...

first time hello cute smiles, “when we’re old.” future wishes, endless laughs, a simple touch that made it last. old roamance type a thing, a concection of our own. nights of “good night”. five minutes later, “ok bye bye.” tell me why smiles are nice, only when love reaches our sight. the heart’s sight, the heart i love. two small cute birds. then suddently…it’s over....

If desires are a flame, then I am a wildfire.

of real love, no stress, no pain.

crawling through my mind you're a dryer.

Drying out my eyes, not letting me know the real you.

Only soul to soul connected to the beats of your heart.

We're like glue.

With a touch and a stretch as far as we go,

we love crazy from head to toes.

Not just smiles, not just looks,

but tears of "I JUST WANNA BE WITH YOU."...

It blows my mind knowing how the wind blows.

So silent, yet so touching

Either it gives you peace

Or it takes away your beauty.

What is it running for i wonder?

I imagine it with his other wind friends,

Racing to the gate and yelling to each other when one cheats.

"you cheated!"

or maybe the only times they have fun, are the times of the cold days.

"Hey, it's January! lets go play."

We should ...

"think wisely, you have a whole life ahead of yours."

He analyzed his cigaret and blew on it as if it was some sort of old book.

"I think I know how to live at this point. My mother taught me well."

"you know, old guys like me can only advice young fellas like you. It's my job to protect the one's who will soon take my place."

“Ha, I’ll never hold a cigarette in my hand or at least not put it ...

When the storm comes, my compass always points to...

My little secret cave.

The only place I can ever be safe. The place I miss with my whole heart because the storm is loud and I can't get through the wind.

When the storm leaves, my compass always points to...

the sunlight outside my little secret cave.

So I crawl out, catch butterflies, and count my smiles. The only place I can feel joy...