A smile will go the mile, while a frown will take you down.

Hit the bottom and get back up; or hit the bottle and stay down.

We hide our demons so good, that the angels we show, bare the shame on their faces.

Silent as a flower, her face fell in dismay, aware that the ghost of lust ate and left, sensing that there was a different scent of perfume consuming the room, and that she had numbered and counted the he loves me, he loves me not of each petal, where the lifeless dust had settle.

Me being an ant, at her mountain, I would have tried my best for my voice to reach her peak. But our timing was off, and she hid her pain as stars in clouds. If I had the chance, I would have saved her from all the truths and lies.

The paint is drying, and time is dying. The pain is crying, lying on my back, trying to get back the time, to brushstrokes too fast, wet went dry and love went dull; now I live in a portrait I never painted.

Sometimes it's hard to look at a flower, when your dying inside.

I often wonder, if those that smile the most, are the most saddest people in the world.