No one knows what it's like

To feel these feelings

Like I do

And I blame you

No one bites back as hard

On their anger

None of my pain and woes

Can show through

But my dreams, they aren't as empty

As my conscience seems to be

i have hours, only lonely

My love is vengeance

That's never free

The extent to which I love you cannot be captured in words or in a phrase.
It is not possible to count everything I love about you by any number.
The depths in which my soul holds you close could not be measured in feet or any distance traveled.
There is no name, not even the most perfect of names that could justify the love expressed in what you mean to me.
There are not enough words in existence to describe what I feel when you hold me tight and gaze into my eyes.
It is not possible to have a phrase that could capture the essence of my hearts desire when you are with me.
But if there were a number, it would be infinity.
If there were a distance, it would be endless.
If there were name, it would be true love.
If there were words, they would be burning passion.
And if there were a phrase, it would be I love you in everything that I am.

Blaming others for the pain we feel each time someone fails to live up to our expectations is no different than burning our tongue on coffee that's too hot to swallow, and then calling our cup an idiot! -

"Let's swim to the moon,

let's climb through the tide.

Penetrate the,

evening that the,

city sleeps too hide.

Let's swim out tonight love,

it's our time to try.

Park besides the ocean,

on our moonlight drive"

DEMANDING MY FREEDOM

This world is materialistic
This world is not for me
There are people who surround me
They are there to protect
But I still walk a lonely road.
I feel like I am a puppet
A puppet,who's strings are attached
to uncertainties.
They define their expectations
With no marks
I dont know what to do
I dont know what they are expecting of me
They say a man is born free
But I see myself tangled up in chains
Bound by ethical and social norms
I feel I m losing what is mine
I feel it will all slip away one day
This life is mine but ironically
not mine at all
I am not mine!!
I feel like a bird in a cage
Desperately trying to break free
From the stainless steel bars
that separate her from reality
I feel lonely and unwanted
You say you know me
You say you love me
But,honestly tell me
How much of those words hold truth?
Am I not yet another creation of God?
Do I not have feelings?
Why is that I have to change
Mould myself in a way
a way that you want
Why do I feel that I am not wanted,the way I am
Why does it always have to be me
who showers unconditionally
And in return I am stated conditions
Life isn't fair,
So,why bother living it
For whom do we work so hard?
Why toil ourselves
When we aren't satisfied
What is the purpose of our existence
I want to make a difference
I want to be given the chance
to commit my own childish mistakes
I want to fall down and hurt myself
I want to feel the pain
I want things to change
I want to break the monotony
of following aimlessly
Age old trends without reason
There are too many things happening
Too much chaos
Too many unanswered questions
But,there is one question
I want to ask you
And you have to answer me
Is it so hard
To let me be free?!?!