I was born and there for I was concieve. After a while I came to know the world is both beautiful and repulsive. Life is a paradox in which we all must strive. I don't to much focus on my past, but nor do I ignore it. My apoplogizes for not explaining further. I simply wish to better than I was yesterday. This is all I can say for now.
I want simply to be loved as I love you.
If that seems to much then you never catch up.
'IN LOVE, ' I never wanted to feel this way,
yet for you I thought it worth the chase.
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I dream of vanilla sweet lips, like the extract of your kiss.
I dream of a person who accepts me for, instead who they think I should be.
I dream of someone dear to my heart, no matter how near or how far.
I dream of woman whose importance is more than she thinks.
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Have you ever finally wanted something out of life, only to realize time is running out?
Have you ever had something you wanted to tell someone, only to realize that it would hurt you more to tell then the agony you feel now?
Have you ever been convinced that you have a higher calling, yet you find out that it’s Death whose been calling?
Have you ever been perfectly calm, on the surface, yet deep inside anger was sprawling?
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These things of pangs unknown by name,
I feel that they are familiar.
These aches and sores are all that and the same,
I feel they are strange hence forth all too peculiar.
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It's funny how love kills
like an assassin with forbidden skills.
First you get the feeling all ill.
Then the depression seems to take away your very will.
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