She

you go buying too much of everything , just to feel full , you buy too much books that you may read few , too much perfume that will expire before finishing two, too much lipsticks with no where to go wearing them , too much of "things i might give as a gift "with no one to give them to , you soon understand , a lot of things may distract us , but few will makes us  whole

it is dull 

whom i miss the most , is so close yet to far away,whom i miss the most , cannot return , although he is not dead , who i miss the most it here , it is me

while you keep crying over a little spoiled water , i keep smiling on the outside and keep the river of tears flow within

maybe , your scars are all shown on your body , but mine hide in the inside

I think , in my past life i was paralyzed ,

today , wasn't my day , actually ..none of my days were

maybe , you were always a butterfly , inside a caterpillar body, who knows?

Remarkable

we usually try out hardest to hide how we feel , but deep inside we wish if someone will notice , ask , extend a hand

do you know what hurts the most , that kind of missing things that are already there

I dont think he was sad at all Im sure he was so happy to know He will die soon Cause knowing you will die Will make you give life all what is needed to be alive Isnt it ?