if there is something to behold at my non-existence,
it would be my existence.
if there is something to behold at my existence, it would be my life.
if there is something to behold at my life,
In Memories Of.......
i sit at the roof top with a piece of paper and pen thinking of what to write
but the only thing i think about is the memories of you
so dear were you to me, i can never forget all we shared
in times of trouble you would come to my rescue
Life Is A Journey
life they say, is the essence of living
living they say, is the essence of life
life thus, is a journey, that we live through
in the journeys we make, we are faced by the reality of brute
Sometimes wish that I could be alone
really alone, where neither friends nor foes would be close
just me and the air I breathe, a pen and paper, Searching for the right words to write how I feel
to ponder and fathom what life has in stalk for me, staring into space I begin the journey like a wheel
A loud bang woke me
although with my blurry eyes, the bright light I could see
it sounded like firer works in December,
but it was only June if could remember
A Letter To Your Heart.
I seek for the nicest of words to write you
Still non equates what i feel deep down for you
i try to express myself with the most beautiful words
But i wld rather show you the most beautiful piece of my heart