he refuses talking to me

When he was crying she was holding him in her arms.

They were dancing and what all around was just candl's light.

He was just walking slowly between the lines
and if he wanted to cross she was would be his guide.

She is my paper, she was apart of me but now she left me because she lost her contact with me.


He is my pencil and he the one that i had to leave because he can't recognize me ,he refuses talking to me.

For them i became some thing strange.

They said that i lost my self and there is nothing they can do about it.

the secret of my life

Me and my self finally met together and talked to each other.


It took me so much time to realize but it had been the secret of my life.


I always used to run from me, my self ,from every body else.


For me it was much easier to deny it or even to lie about it.


His heart was so in love with me his eyes told me.
I prtended hating him i was so good at hiding it.


.My heart had been broken , had been hurt
My heart is not the one to blame. he is so scared to be hurt again


because if this happen again he will be dead no way.

i can't live

Ican't live without breathing the air you breathe
without reading the books you read.


You are in my life for days ,months or even years.
You are inside me.


You are apart of me , you are belonging to me.
Away from you the second is a year.


When i'm with you the people round hear my heart beats.
I hate time because it takes you from me.


For me you are something deep(something) no one can imagine or even talk about.