And may our eyes never run out of purpose to see the Art in everything...

 But what do we live for?

The present?

The future?

But the present and the future 

Are bound to become the past.

So what do we live for?...

Aren't we all living for the past.

Of Ghosts and Magnets

 But I tried so hard 

Not to trace your steps.

Convincing myself 

Forgetting you would be the best.

Every street is tainted of you,

Every scent smells like you,

It is Suffocating yet 

It is making me breath.

I am drowning but

It's making me athirst.

But I still find myself 

Walking the same pavements,

And sitting 

On the same bench.

Cause you are like a magnet

That I'm drawn into.

And I'm the one haunted 

And you're the ghost 

Shadowing me through.

I supposed I'll never get to see 

The daylight nor the dawn,

But I cherish the stars 

In the night times that I've known.

And it is not actually nothing,

I believe it's something 

People like me

Can take away

In their lifetime.

 And Your eyes shine brighter than the moonlight,

And those same eyes lighten up my whole life.

And if things have to end between us,

I don't think I'll move on,

Cause I don't ever wanted to move on without you.

I'll stay with your memory 

Cause your the best thing that happened to me.

 But in the silence 

Of the night...

The stars gossip.

And for every conspiracy 

The moon leans over to hear.

And they hush for awhile...

As I whisper my prayer.

As if they are all listening...

As if they care to grant

All these fervent wishes 

That I keep.

 But if I fall...

I'll fall hard.

Fall deep,

Then regret it later.

Gather the lessons,

That I may not need ever.

All for the after thoughts,

That I'll ponder

When I get older.

Of Dusk and Flavors

 

Denials

 Oh! But I swear

I tried not to smile 

When I saw your face

Again for the first time.

Oh! But I swear 

It's that little butterfly 

Playing inside my heart

That made me do it.

Oh! But I swear 

I no longer had feelings 

It's just the beating 

Of my heart you're hearing.

Remembers

 But I remember it all

So well like

The rivers remember all the rocks

That seeped through as it flows.

I remember it all

So well like

The waves remember the shores

That touched its edges as it crashed.

And I remember it all

So well like 

The rains that never touched the ground,

As it evaporates while hanging but never falling at all.