pieces of me ...pt 3

Its been some time..
since i last wrote a dear thing...
to me...

why isn't life just going as is...
just plain me...
trying and trying again...
but trying and failing again...

Why does this body and soul make me...
who i am today...
this life i'm having...
seems more to what i was made for...

finding this truth seems too good to be true...
somwtimes its just gods will...
better his than mine...
i must learn to put my trust in him...

still sometimes i still miss the old me...
nothing to worry about...
stil carefree...
now its slowly changing...

to the very core that works me...
bringing much clarity and awareness...
that makes us all human...

why love has to be in that matter...
though some people lack of knowing what it means...
though i try to figure...
what it actually feel... with somebody else...

truly its again points back to...
me... me.. and me...
back to me...
what the hell has become of me...

has it become a curse for me...
to love.. but never knew the consequences...
or to be destroyed by love itself...

i tend to stray form the good things...
and mostly to the darkness i can think of...
like maing deathin every poswible way
and life miserable as if hell was real...

why can't be as the good things grow...
why its always the darkness in people..
never give a chance to bloom...
into a thing called..


love...