You are the most important thing to me.

We miss you so much.

Deceit cannot be justified.

Birth returns as death.

A Narrative poem about the search for love.

Tips for Single Men.

I was stunned.
I stopped for a moment on my face to my beloved.
Then stand trying to investigate something with my gaze.
"smell it" I muttered.
A familiar scent.
Fragrant typical girl in the past.
Fragrant which indeed he was the only owner.
"Was he here now?"
I saw towards the crowd.
Noting each slit passing people there.
"Could he?"
Do not get.
There I met him.
I too sat down.
Then my fingers hold the woman next to me.
"You’re my lover now"
He just smiled confused.

It can be so hard to move on.

We were never meant to fall in love.

Why is it often so hard for us to make a move in life, even when we can see that it would make our lives better?