I love the themes your voice used to speak to me,
the way our blues danced rhythmically.
It was an enchantment instantly,
a storybook mesmerizing me
mindlessly.

How many different ways
are there to show someone:
Life is Fragrant,
Life is Art,
when living becomes what you own,
the color flows like you’ve never known..

Riding on remembering;
always been trying to
save you from your suffering.

Please don’t be the next
“Remember then…”
“Remember when…”

I’d rather live in a storybook,
where every so many pages
my life breathes a new chapter.

I’d rather be the protagonist;
loved and wept for
in each dramatic sequence.

I’d rather have a plot line
that would climax more than
Shakespeare’s classics.

I’d rather conflict to rise
and be conquered
by the honest word
or simple laughter.

I’d rather live in a storybook
where there is no such ending
but a happily ever after.