There is a painting filled with pain💧 Only I can heal the design...🕊

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I'm not afraid of this distance because you are my shadow
You are all that matters to me in my life
The words of my poetry will blossom
🌼🌸 the day I meet you
I'll read your eyes like a book of love
As your smile shivers to touch the romantic lines
My world, my moon I will always be waiting for you
My heart and soul rest assured in the breath of your life...🕊️

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The youth has grown into the nature of love, where he stands is confused of his beloved...🕊

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This story of sadness of how kindness became anger as I grew more and more in love.
I find myself wrapped alone in the secrets of dreams that become only wishes for the poor.
O the disloyal life how much more pain can I take, how much sadness dwells inside this damaged heart.
Memories became an illusion of past life reaching for a lifetime of happiness but these reflections shown many colors and disturbed the beauty of silence...🕊️

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The king of poets
Sings melodies of love
The queen of words
Whispers the beauty of life...🌹

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Is understanding everyone else's life

(If we could understand the life of others, there wouldn't be so much hate in this life and there would be more peace)

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Memories are hidden inside poems, poets are lost in reality.. 🕊️

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Just when I needed you most everything had faded
I became only a subject for your spare time,
not even a sparkle to be shown.

Just when I need you most the distance becomes non existent
Somewhere in space our love drifted apart

Just when I needed you most darkness had seen everything
How can I ever shine without the flame...

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I know what it's like to be inside
Feeling trapped from all directions
So many dreams get twisted inside reality that there becomes no escape

Far into a world of hope I
found the only way to feel free
It's where I can become alive and see reflections of my own happiness...🕊️

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The dancing shadows silently moving deeper into the unknown
What am I doing here when I hear their screaming cries

Nothing to do when this feeling doesn't belong
Why is it that I can only cleanse my wounds inside stories

Keeping their spirits alive by not letting true memories fade
How can I free the healing that is unexplainable

Only the rare can be heard
I can only escape to their existence to save the dream...🕊️

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