Who is really there.
When the lights dim.
I don’t trust easily.
I bet It’s easier to see me cry,  then to see me give up.
I keep silent and just look out.
I see too much crooked smiles.
I turn my face in discontent.
I’m not content with foolishness.
I don’t accept to live with what I didn’t set out to find.
Too much times I put myself last.
A few steps from where I needed to be.
I wasn’t at my best.
But I know.
I can be a better me.
There’s always a chance to be the best.
With my last breathe I’m going to live.


I’m use to dealing with pretty girls.

I met many attractive ladies.

But, I never met the right person. 

I want someone that is attractive inside out.

But, my search always stops cold.

I find myself short of finding the person who I can call my own.

I tried blaming everything possible including myself.

But, I was clear with my motives and didn’t play games.

I was devoted.

yet, devotion wasn’t on my side.