The stars in the sky
are the years i want to be
held safe in your eyes

-i won a poetry - haiku- competition with this one

Torn between the paths,
the one that will change the past
or the yellow brick road??

Some see to believe
Some need to believe to see
Others don't believe

Hide your true feelings,
Fake a smile,
Keep everyone happy,
Apart from the one that truly matters.

My Paradise is not on a beach.
Its in his arms

I always choose black because white starts,
and in making that first move you could loose everything