Something
cold is in the air,
an aura of ice
and phlegm.
All day I've built
a lifetime and now
the sun sinks to
undo it.
The horizon bleeds
and ***** its thumb.
The little red thumb
goes out of sight.
And I wonder about
this lifetime with myself,
this dream I'm living.
I could eat the sky
like an apple
but I'd rather
ask the first star:
why am I here?
why do I live in this house?
who's responsible?
eh?

maybe,
        'maybe' is the easiest word to say
        cause we never have to commit on something

maybe,
        'maybe' is the safest state to stay
        cause we always know when to leave

but maybe,
        maybe it is entirely different
        on the receiving end

You can lift me
with merely a smile
my head tilts at the sight of you

I want you near  
stroking my hair
gazing through my eyes

Speak to me more
about you and your interests
anything you can possibly share

You can see me
in the days and nights
when my hand reaches out to you

I want you here
cradling my arms
submerging through my mind

I’m being wished
a “happy world poetry day”
and I just wish to
correct the calendar.
As Poetry day is your birthday,
it’s Valentines Day,
it’s the day you came into my life.
Darling,
I’ve been a writer my whole life,
but you,
you made me a poet.

I've never want to wake up everyday
And find out that I am still alive
I've never dreaming for another day
Or inhale another air

Not until I meet you
All I wish, all I hope
Is to meet you
And hug you
And it requires me to stay alive