I love being able to see an un-written future.

I will never take what is never given, but I will receive to what is given.

there are some poems
that we leave behind
some that leave us behind

while some just live
silently
in the heart

crumble, sometimes
dwindle
disappear
die

and are reborn
when you smile again.

This is where I belong, burning in these flames. For everything I have done wrong, I know I am to blame.

it is to be savored like a
seabreeze-whispered

dream...in the mysterious
blue minutes
before dawn

like a secret
infatuation.... like slow
languorous sips

of green tea... like a lingering
glimpse

a self-wrapped
paradise

like his name
upon my lips.

I yearn to make these scars disappear
And to forget about the past.
To throw away all of my fears
And to be happy at last.