Your singing is as swift as the ocean's breath

Your love is as vibrant as the last violet rose in the winter

Your art is that of Mona Lisa

But your thoughts, are of the poison Romeo gulped down sullenly

Your wonds are of the civil war

men just before they are about to

fall into their graves

Your heart is as broken as the Twin Towers

Crashing into New York's streets

But I sit here knowing that you took

your own precious life away

for no more than too hours

And you continue to try and try,

but I'm tired of you trying

I am tired of crying for you.

Tired of waiting for that call from your brother,

kissing my forehead

as he tells me,

that you succeded in a murder of a tiger

Only I understand that "I LOVE YOU"

But, how can you love someone else, if you cannot love yourself...

But then again, I guess I break that rule myself.