Hand it to me

Is looking forward seems to small?
when you are to fulfill your tasks and crawl.

Is striving to live be something to die for?
If it pains us everytime we out to fall..

Tell me on how to be a good man..
and I would tell you how to be better..

Ask me on how to be responsible..
and I would reply to you in favor.

Lean to me when things are at fret..
and I will shudder you at every breath..

Trust me everything, anything..
and I would bring you joy and all things it may..

Call unto me and cry on my shoulders..
for I can put your troubles into slumber..

Hand me your faith and fidelity,
and I would grant you serenity..

Believe me for I do really exist..
give me what I deserve and I will insist..

wear out your problems and sorrows..
for I can comfort you deepest into your morrow..

I'm really here.. to help, to hear
Just trust me and never fear..

Im eternal, clairvoyant it seems..
just open your eyes, and feel me..
not just in dreams,
but in actual scenes..

Love as it is

Love is like a flower..
that blooms on the heart of a lover.

Love is like a cube..
has sides which is crude as it is.

Love is like a needle..
it knits and fixes the riddle.

Love is dependent..
strives on another to become prudent..

Love was sad as a stream..
flowing endlessly, gleaming with silence..

Love was as happy as a tree..
sways on every move and is free..

Love cannot be touched by anger..
It is by mind that it is tempered..

Love is not envious..
It just looks someone that is always nervous..

Love is not compassed to wither..
It is meant to live and to prosper..

Love is not drenched in demise..
it promises life and listens when someone cries..

Love is when you misses the other..
It seems that you cannot live without the other..

Love is when you are being vigilant..
always looking forward and not arrogant..

Love is something you cant forget..
It is aching, throbbing when your'e at fret..

Love is all that seems it is..
you cannot ask for more, just as it is...

I've never felt this strange before..

it's because this feeling's unsure..

it had taken me a time and a life

to woke up with eyes so wide.

On each day that passes by,

my heart speaks like a butterfly..

going in, going there..

so nervous like an open flare..

I'm torned, shattered into pieces..

broken apart, corrupted heart..

I cannot think.. comprehend that much.

like a leper that asks too much..

Will time be considered as a cure?

when you're already feeling obscure?

It really can rejuvenate a life..

but cannot even redeem a blight.

Will love frees all things?

when on it's back are hounding slaves..

begging for every breath of each..

to suffice a thirsty speech..

When would mortis arrive?

to send them up to hide..

they're frightened, terrified..

kneeling like theres no such pride..

When blood turns into life..

where would you've been that night?

cannot even pay a glimpse of smile..

to those that helped you to rhyme..

and there you are confined..

united by gravel and sand..

helped by a shovel, rope and a priest..

to guide you at your journey at pitch.

Im afraid you must go there..

because you really are for them..

for the time you have wasted, neglected and laughed at..

comes with a paycheck of flame and hemlock.

you have been teared before you are saved..

and you are here to do it..

all over again..