Love is a hunger that burns inside
If you feel it the trust never quench

Broken heart is like a pain
Only who feels it knows it

The good thing you can't see my mind
You won't know I still love after you left me

If you have true love
You hold the key of forgivness

In melancholy moments
A poet words are crafted
into poetry
Carried by the wind
Exist in a kiss or a goodbye
To sustain the pressure
Before an explosion
Of happiness is shattered
Into a million pieces

His success gives honor
Honor is what he achieved

A writer writes about his own life
And he has a million common hearts out there

It is not how much time we spent with eachother
It is how we spend the moments we share

A honest heart never knows when one is dishonest

I give when you ask
But it never mattered to you