The view from up here is breathtaking...

But what is it if there is no one to share it with...?

Empty... just like the empty words they have been throwing around

For what are words if you still are facing away from her face

Today...
As I was outside for a smoke,
I hear someone shouting... a woman to be precise
Door bangs...
And a guy walks towards the gate...


I continued to drag a few pulls into my lungs...intrigued...
A woman walks out and yells...*name!*...*name!*
I sinked low into my chair,
And noticed people still peeking through their windows...
And it hit me...


Why are women labelled as weak?
The heart of a woman carries a lot of secrets
Her shoulders carry a heavy burden imposed on her...not of her will
Her head repeatedly plays events that make her shudder,
Yet she smiles...


A woman is said to be soft,
Yet like a rock she stands firmly in one place.
Labelled, her name slandered, her dignity destroyed
Yet still she stands...


What we never ask her is who made her that way?
Some say she is stupid and easily forgets,
Because she easily forgives...?
Every “stupid date” she remembers...


I am guessing *name!* never turned back...
Something made her mad,
Yet she forgives... she loves...and she smiles

         ....to be continued

Closing my eyes shut,
I keep hoping my tears wont spill out.
Taking that one last breath,
hurts knowing I wont be able to see your face again...

I keep looking for excuses,
Praying tomorrow will forever be given unto me.
I lie to myself to sleep,
Hoping the next morning will be like my dreams.

Well, what if...?
What if I never wake up to see tomorrow,
Will I have said all I need to say?
What if I never see your face again,
Will I have touched you enough to remember?
well, what if...?

Are this memories enough to get me through today,
I keep asking myself.
For hiding out in this little room i feel safe,
Finding comfort in the pain I feel,
Well at least I feel something..
Is this how life is supposed to be,
how you planned it out to be?

Imagine if you could say all that is within your heart
And not share it alone.
What if you could feel my existence and knew the pain I bear
Then if you can feel my heart beat, maybe,
just maybe then will you feel all the love in my heart.

What if you could feel everything I have ever felt,
Then you'd know how many secrets the heart holds.
What if you could see into my soul,
then you'd know the moment death claimed it,
Well what if you could, would you?

Why am i so afraid to start living my life...?