Beautiful flowers may grow here
                  But it is a wasteland without you

The words will come
At the dead of night
Did you not see!
They passed your sight!

Finding you
Randomly
In a crowd
Ending in a
Never ending
Deal of
Sharing the
Habitual
Interact of a
P*rofound relationship

I don't know the touch of your hands on mine,
I don't know how you look at 7 in the morning.
I don't know your favourite nursery rhyme,
I don't know the weight of your arm on my neck.
I don't know how you look when you are in love,
or how you manage to laugh on days where smiling is impossible.
I don't know what you're most scared to lose,
or how many times you have.
I don't know the feeling of your lips on mine,
or why God modeled the oceans after your eyes.
I don't know why I can listen to you speak for hours on end
and never get bored,
or how my definition of 'home' is so encapsulated by one person.
I don't know, and that's okay.
You can teach me.

The traffic was so bad
those afternoon
We both stuck, in a highway
It was the first time
you stare at me
While me stare out, the window
Hope you won't heard my heart banging
'Cause your warm hand
made me paralyzed

I know,
those night will be my longest ride
The longest on my mind
The longest that I enjoyed
'Cause it was you
Beside me

I melt like butter
each time his eyes
settle on me

He smiles and waves
like we're buddies
just coursemates

What he doesn't know
is my gallery is full
of his photos

And the last pages
of my notebooks
are filled with poems

For him, to him