What if I told you I'll be there for you even when you don't want me to, That I'll care even if I have no reason to, That I'll always have a special place for you in my heart, Even when there's no longer room for you? All that is true
What if I told I'll always say I love you too Even when thats no longer true But as long as it means something beautiful to you? What if I told you I'll always stand for the bullshit Even if it tears me in two? That too I would do Cause it's part of my promise I made to you.
Love is not an item you can buy at the store You can't pick it's colour Or it's size You can't compare it's price to anything else
Love is not an item you can return back to the store
If you are not satisfied the quality you have to live with it If it's defective you can't go back and change it It has no guarantee nor an expiry date It has no manual and cautions on how to use it can never be replaced, It comes and goes as it please....
I guess we all lapricons Cashing the end of the rainbow Hoping in the end we find our pot of gold And though we grow old And all our dreams are sold But there's something in our souls That longs for an happy end.
I guess we all fire flies Flying through the dark Hoping to find the light that shines bright than our flickering tiny lights And though some Sparks have gone dark And we all carrying heavy and bruiced hearts We never stop to search Even if it means going through hell But we never lose hope...
Someone call them home their Shepherd is no more They still there in the wild, They still grazing The Sun is setting I hear their young begin to cry As darkness descends Someone call them home their master is no more
There are wolves in the mountains Predators waiting to pounce on whichever falls astray They are lost in the wild Exposed and vulnerable Easy pickings Someone call them home their becon to guide them home is no more
We all know if he was still He would have brought them home Before...
It's said no parent wants to bury their children But which child wish to bury their parents?
In this world full of sorrow and hardships Who would wish to to lose a shoulder to cry on? Someone to ask guidance from?
No matter how much we age We still vulnerable inside We still remain children inside.
No matter how estranged No matter how insignificant their contributions is in our lives But no child wish not to have a mother No child wishes not to have a father No child wishes not to have love they can't...
Something they can never tell no one. Everyone has a secret Hidden scars Something so dark that they keep inside.
But after one too many I wanted to have a beautiful story to tell It was never my intention To find myself with a bunch of lies.
In this stormy weather called my life I longed for rainbows, Unicorns and sunshine. A bit of joy, in this poeting tragedy Started building Castle in the sky Something so beautiful that everyone could buy Wanted to say that I had it ...
There shall be no poetry here If these words masterfully created Have no target to better someone else life Offer understanding and healing Then there shall be no poetry here
If there's no religion of unity A culture of support And each one teach one There shall be no poetry here
If these words scribed on keyboards and screens Spits on spoken words Won't be remembered by the impact they deliver, To break the silence, inspire and empower If these words don't spark the next flame of a revolution If they...