He loves me, He loves me not

Within the cage of her heart, leaves started to grow and roses began to bloom

It also wilted to a rhythm

of what the heart had to presume

at some days she plucked to uncertain

just to feel wholesome

but he still watered them with his affection

growing more leaves and roses in her poems.

He loves me.


Tell me

Tell me how to breathe, without the hurt

Even when the silence exerts

Then tell me how we love and no force on Earth could doubt

For tell me how to be in this world, even when it gets dark, we’ll find a way out.


Will you love me

I sat there wondering

How our love would weigh

When it turns blue


And I sat there wondering

How my heart would be if you ever broke me into two


But wondering makes a twist to the moments of love I could miss

And maybe I’ll never have to wonder if you’ll love me still when it all breaks loose.

For I hold to your promise that it will always be me for you.