But it was for the bestJust like the apple started growing,the bird was an egg.Just as the sun peeked out from behind trees,I met you.But just as there was nothing,comes the birth of something.And even if there was no need for it,it creates a better world.The apple fell into someone's hands.The egg hatched, and made a family,The sun shines at day,and we discover each other.But just as everything starts,everything also ends.And even if times were good,it was for the best.The apple is now gone, leaving a seedThe bird is dead, had its own eggs,the sun hides, letting room for night,Our path ended, both open up new ones.
OceansEach hour the sun grows darker,the shores get closer.Each minute faces get sadderthe souls get colder.The magnets fail to attractpoles in distant placesonly people to attachwith gold and silver lacesSounds flow around the roomthe sound of emptiness follows throughempty cracks you left on wallsand all else from me falls.The wind took away my birdsset them in cages , chilled my nervescarved edges into my curvesonly transport may be served.either way i am upsetif you are angry, I am.If you are happy, I am.I am upset.let down luggageall dreams and stupid thingsI had filled my life withand then slowly let them driftthen the wave will comeand sweep downa ship that was already tornmeek hope again reborn
Everything that is up must come downWhat happens when things just end?It's not fair!I haven't finished helping. Learning. Decoding.I haven't finished living.Why would somethingso pathetically cruel justmake all that is vanish?it has all been tarnished.Why have I been lied to,made thought to live through,perfect lives over lives of strife,at the end just disappears.Why would anything that is anythinginstantly become an ant?What am I to rant?survive it can't.We thought we were butterfliesbirds at the heights of worlds.But instead we're stupefied,at the end of our own words.