.....WHAT MY PEN THINKS

 The treatment of her maiden is where the kindness of a Queen lies.

The might of a king rest on the strength of his soldiers.

A warrior can be called brave when he passes the rest of life.

And she can be called a mother only when she birth life.

Millions of Cosmo's are said to exist in the Galaxy but why search for millions when all you need is the one in a million.

The moon sets in anticipation of rising the next day, but nights are scary, sometimes seems unending when you're having a bad one.

Every love story seems to always want a happy ending, but nowadays, Romeo seems to not live till the endings.

Every ink that has dropped from my pen has brought me one step closer to my dreams, sometimes I see the dark side and the light at the end of the tunnel seems to be fading.

I wake up every morning with a mindset of making my dreams come true, but dreams are fantasies and fantasies are fictions.

I might as well give up now. Even Christ the savior just couldn't bear the earthly criticism anymore, he had to tell the man upstairs to forgive them.

I seem to be off the point as my pen bleeds profusely.

I guess it's not to blame, it's just pouring out its unending sorrow, maybe it'll find peace then.