What could have been

For the heavens above, For the hells below, With their hounds, With their crowns. But you shall fear not, For one is promised, For one

I am worth as much as the dead. From the heart I’ve bled, For tears I’ve shed, For hatred I’ve heard, for hatred I’ve shared.

The Moon:Oh Stars, do you know how much I love the Sun? The Stars:No, I do not.Please, do tell. The Moon:Every day, we dance a

With you, I feel at home. With you, my heart is free from all regrets. With you, anywhere can be peaceful. With you, my heart

Every second, I feel every second, I count every second, every second of opportunities slipping right through my fingers, every second that could have been

In the past, I used to hate myself, in the present, I forget myself. What will the future hold? Will I perhaps love myself?

My tree was an olive tree. Some saw it as a simple tree; some used its olives, while others viewed it as the right touch

Many might die, many might live, but that doesn’t matter. What matters is that deep down in the ocean of tears, your heart is still

Living in other people’s shadows, the truth I ache for you to know: for I am not me, but you. I am here to entertain

If you wouldn’t be here anymore, the sun will still rise; people will still go to work as if nothing ever happened, and the birds

The dying fire. As the fire reaches the end of the candle, it gets smaller, fighting to survive at all costs. But as time flies,

Looking back at the memories can be quite tough, but as Dr. Seuss once said: “Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.” And

Summer is near. I remember that, as a little boy, I would always reject the watermelon because I simply did not like the seeds in

My life is like the leaves of a tree. They fall once a year, and in the next year, they grow again. But unlike a

White wine, the aroma lets me know that I can lie in bed with no worries in my head; the exotic taste makes me feel

In a dark room, no sight reveals the truth, no grief is seen to shatter your soul; only the echoes of silence are there to

Trust is like the colors of a leaf. You can blow the leaf until it falls; once it falls, it loses its colors. When that

Love is like a rose, beautiful and comforting. But if you’re not careful, it can hurt you; it might even make you bleed.