To be loved when I am nice
Is not a virtue of wise
To be loved when I am rough
Is something I need
Stubborn as the thorns
My stem needs tender trim
For love shall trive
Only after trial begins

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I have left my footprints in the sand of time
Kept the table full with delicious dine
Left you early
But kept me alive in your blured thoughts
Though I am your dead wife
But I love you the most

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If word neutral had a soul
It would be a diplomat for sure
Defending its purpose by saying "maybe" or "perhaps"
Be that ex that would host Grey flags instead of Red flags
And would leave u with " I love you but"
But neutral in his solitude would write the sonnet of compromise
Cause in the path of being neutral(nice) he had no real commitments
And has to settle for grey shades that has no color to bright up his soul

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Let's hide beneath Principal 's desk
To get away with stolen chalks and sheets
Go through his draws and mimic his sound
Silent laughs and giggles imagining his shocked face
Tinker some craft and build a fort
Be the knight we always thought
Draw in back bench , the vision we see
Miss class teacher would never believe
Pluck the flowers because we could
Just like old times , like we should

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Madness is another level of estacy

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You might have become a man now
But you left a little girl with broken heart
And the matured one doesn't want to love again

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Just carefree long bike rides and my open feathers

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I have felt your innocense ,
I have seen you grieved
From careless to conquest
I have watch you built
Gone for good you are now
Left your mark forever vow
If I love you , so shall I
Take pride at your win
Smile besides — % &

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Make me understand why love happens to leave... when it's suppose to live

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Warm water splash in cold winter mornings

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