If love could kill,I'd be a zombie by now.
Dead over and over again.
Two elements that bring much destruction.
Death has never been wanted so bad before.
If it is the only way,why not?
The world mean nothing, yet it has so much power.
What weak creatures we are.
We succumb to the demands and expectations,to live.
To live for respect,pride and glory.
But what for?
When he is the sun,the moon,the light,the stars,the wind,the rain,the smiles.
What's left to be proud of?
Let the soul suffer for the body sake.
Pride over love.
Glory over magic.

106,
Soft brown,freshly painted walls,
Soft beds joined together,
Vanilla scented skin,
Fresh sneakers,cap,skinny jeans & cropped t shirt,
Sitting by the balcony,
Her head on his chest,
Morning birds chirping,
This could be forever,
Why won't you allow us to..

We were teenagers,
So sure of what we felt,
When everyone else say it is wrong.
How could it be so wrong when it felt so right?

They say she's could do better.

They don't know,
Body is a rent,
Ages it will before taken back,
What remains?
Soul, and with souls we love and live.