I know that smile
That you never try to hide,
Charms everyone around while
Tacit secrets whelve inside.
I know those eyes,
Can deceive others more than once.
I’ve imagined them raw…
Even as Autumn upon the lonely evening skies.
I know that soft soul,
Is as fierce as any known ghouls.
With a mind of a hundred twists,
His warmth haloes him like
Those gas lamps in the mist.
Reckless and sarcastic,
Oh, I know this very kind...
They're the hopeless romantics.
He wasn’t unlike but hard to find.
He writes about love,
Hopes, and blues.
Loves poems, quotes and
Leaves the least of clues.
We're so different yet quite alike.
Petting devils, demons
And dreams inside.
Broken hearts recognize
Sad, gloomy eyes.
They become friends
With no visible ties.
I wish he was more of a human to me.
Though all I see are poetries and reality.
People like me are like cloudy sunset.
They get lost or you forget.
We crossed paths;
It was written in fate.
I must say he's the weirdest one
I've known was born on this date.
May Almighty be with him in his darkest hours
And fill his life with happiness and love
Like meteor showers.
Happy birthday, Crush
Jun 16, 2019
Jun 16, 2019 at 10:39 AM UTC