Crimes in the sky

Crimes, sinful crimes
happenning in the sky
we shape them with our eyes
to make them look innocent
while punishing the innocent
well I have to admit
my heaven is below
where crimes are crimes
and thieves are honest

Can it?

Can there ever return
all the things I recall?

Out of reach

Me and you
hand in hand on the beach
now it seems so out of reach

We can't

I wanted her to say it: but we both knew we couldn’t…. we can’t let go….we never could….we’ll never can!!

Each second of each minute of every hour

Have you ever felt that the one who you love most and how you care most about is drowning but you cannot stand up and go and save them? This is how I feel Now. Jessica is in great pain and I can only sit here and talk to her. She probably doesn’t even know how much it hurts me to just not being able to do anything for her. All I can do is give advice and comfort her but she deserves more than that. Each second of each minute of each hour I want to be with her just because she needs all the help she can get right now.

Will things change?

Will things change as I grow older or will they remain the same and just worsen?
Will things change as I grow to be a man or will things just worsen?
Will I ever be the one I want to be? The one I long to be? The one I hate so much right now?
Will there ever come a time of revelation; a time of being secure and feeling secure; a time I will no longer fear what others think of me just because I know how you think? Will there ever be a change of tide for me? I wonder how; I wonder when; I wonder why!

is it worth it?

I’m not good at this anyway but I think the person who’s writing this is. Finally at the end of the day I go to sleep with two thought:-loved by an unreachable and too far love; -yearning for a love I’m bound to destroy. So I ask myself a question each morning, is it worth it? To live? To love? To be?

happy/destroy

Is she loving because she doesn’t know the real me? Is she caring because she does?
I know one thing for sure; my heart will never belong to her. Simply because I won’t let her make me happy/destroy me.

She

She’s looking at me but does she see me? Or is it just an illusion she sees, designed, shaped and created by her own expectations? Should I just bury these feelings or should I bring them to light? Should I take the risk to taint them and so my life? But looking at it from the bright side it can work out right. But why hope for things you surely KNOW will never happen? Why take paths which you KNOW will lead to never? To nowhere.

She

She’s looking at me but is she faking it? Is she for real? Is she just like me? That can never be, or can it? Is this world insane enough to generate another modified copy of me? I don’t think it would be that thoughtless when it concerns its own headache and the headache of his creations

I and people

I’m the kind of guy who always stays in the background and remains unnoticed. And the only one who notices him is either people with the bad intensions or people with no intension at all.

Hope, prosperity, destiny, faith and all the other things are all empty lies filled by the nothingness of truth.

Is it true that when we share our feelings, a part of our self rises above us? Leaving our bodies saying things we don’t to say? Telling stories not meant to be told?

Well if that is the truth I just want to be alone cause then nobody can hurt me.

Why do I only help people that would be better off without my help?

Why do I help people to achieve their goals even though it’s against my own aims/believes/goals?

Anything goes in love, they say, does that justify destruction of love itself?

Why does love feel so far when it’s right beside me? And why does it feel so close when it’s an ocean afar?

Am I the only one who sees things that are so obvious but yet unnoticed by everyone I encounter?

Am I the only one who sacrifices his own luck and happiness for the happiness of the one he loves even though that means his own failure and misery?