This poem describes how I "lose myself" in thought and how now, since my thoughts are fading away, I keep thinking about all the time I’ve lost and how I am going to make up for that time being lost and start fresh.

Lover’s plea.

Death comes to us all one day.

When she’s alone, she can do no more than to shed a tear. Hear heart shouts like hell, so much in pain. And with her tears, she finds peace and calmness.

When you wake up, and ask yourself what it all meant… only to realize it was only a dream…

We should leave our problems behind.

Life is a precious gift, hold it tight because it is so fragile.

The fragile span of memory’s bridge,
through life’s most unexpected phase ….

So, I haven’t really thought up a title for this. But this basically just describes how I’ve been feeling lately. I just wanted some opinions on it. Good/bad? Here goes..

Women are exceptionally nice and kind by nature. They become the best in the hands of those who knows how to nurture.