A hope once given

You became the dawn in my daunting life

I was at the end when your light hit my eyes

You were the hope i was waiting for 

A Hope once given .
It felt so simmilar, yet you were different

Familiar feeling , yet an unfamiliar face

We were so distant,yet you felt so close home 
You made me think , the end of something good isnt the end of you
I smiled after quite a while , but it was more that what met my eyes

You were too there , where i now belong 

You amazed me ,how you were so strong 
It all made sense .

the feeling i felt , so surreal.

The connection between me and you
I closed my eyes , reach for your hand and held

I wont leave you , no matter what sadness may befell.

For you are the last hand life has delt

And if not for you i would have fell.

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Life has to go on

​It always comes back

And it will keep on coming 

We had to forget and forgive 

Instead we forgot each other

And all the efforts turned to dust.
But life has to go on 

And these moments will too

I will see you with someone else

That i never planned.
There were nights

While we were away

While we were hoping,but could only pray

That we were, together.
We used to stay up all night 

Going out of our way

Now we cannot sleep

Even if we tried.
And i know you’re listening 

From somewhere i cant see

And if its true, then dont do this to me

Please come back, cause i am a mess

Please come back, and put this to rest.

Fullfil it

​Stop

Walking away

Stand down

Turn around

Let it

Through you

Face to face 

Stand down the chase 

Through the storm 

You gonna make it

Better than hiding

Start trying

And die trying if that what it takes 

Push your limits

You gonna pull through

Walking aimlessly 

Not gonna help

Your purpose 

Stand behind you

Achieve it

Fullfil it

I Am Sorry

I am sorry that i dont cry
I am sorry that i dont yell
I am sorry that after all the things happen
I take them all so well
I am sorry i dont cut my wrists or take more than enough pills
Because i just take up all in here
And if the day comes when i cant take it anymore
make up all the courage i need
To pick up the knife out
There will be no blood to bleed out

Macavity’s a Mystery Cat

Macavity’s a Mystery Cat: he’s called the Hidden Paw—
For he’s the master criminal who can defy the Law.
He’s the bafflement of Scotland Yard, the Flying Squad’s despair:
For when they reach the scene of crime—Macavity’s not there!
Macavity, Macavity, there’s no one like Macavity,
He’s broken every human law, he breaks the law of gravity.
His powers of levitation would make a fakir stare,
And when you reach the scene of crime—Macavity’s not there!
You may seek him in the basement, you may look up in the air—
But I tell you once and once again, Macavity’s not there!
Macavity’s a ginger cat, he’s very tall and thin;
You would know him if you saw him, for his eyes are sunken in.
His brow is deeply lined with thought, his head is highly domed;
His coat is dusty from neglect, his whiskers are uncombed.
He sways his head from side to side, with movements like a snake;
And when you think he’s half asleep, he’s always wide awake.
Macavity, Macavity, there’s no one like Macavity,
For he’s a fiend in feline shape, a monster of depravity.
You may meet him in a by-street, you may see him in the square—
But when a crime’s discovered, then Macavity’s not there!
He’s outwardly respectable. (They say he cheats at cards.)
And his footprints are not found in any file of Scotland Yard’s
And when the larder’s looted, or the jewel-case is rifled,
Or when the milk is missing, or another Peke’s been stifled,
Or the greenhouse glass is broken, and the trellis past repair
Ay, there’s the wonder of the thing! Macavity’s not there!
And when the Foreign Office find a Treaty’s gone astray,
Or the Admiralty lose some plans and drawings by the way,
There may be a scrap of paper in the hall or on the stair—
But it’s useless to investigate—Macavity’s not there!
And when the loss has been disclosed, the Secret Service say:
It must have been Macavity!’—but he’s a mile away.
You’ll be sure to find him resting, or a-licking of his thumb;
Or engaged in doing complicated long division sums.
Macavity, Macavity, there’s no one like Macavity,
There never was a Cat of such deceitfulness and suavity.
He always has an alibi, and one or two to spare:
At whatever time the deed took place—MACAVITY WASN’T THERE !
And they say that all the Cats whose wicked deeds are widely known
(I might mention Mungojerrie, I might mention Griddlebone)
Are nothing more than agents for the Cat who all the time
Just controls their operations: the Napoleon of Crime!

-T.S. Eliot

Prepare

Could you tell me how it feels to be heartbroken
Or to love someone who doesnt love you back
To love someone you want but cant get
For I want to love some with my dear heart
And want to know the obstacles before hand

There is no such way to know all this with out feeling them
To endure it without being with them
To love is to just love
You dont care ,for once in love there is nothing to care
To prepare for love is to prepare for a fall
A fall that starts you dont know when
And ends in a snap when you are not looking
Could both be the same moment or could be two different.
It doesnt matter ’cause you just cant prepare

A sweet face 

​A sweet face can hide what a bad face can never 

A bad face leads to consequences but a sweet face is always a gamble

I could never judge which side you were on

But i realised enough to know you weren’t on mine

You were hiding your pain

But was it really yours 

Or was it the agony of the souls you consumed

I trusted in love so i trusted in you

But you could never really give 

What my soul always seek