They say there's no thing as true love,
Humans are also fondly known to lie,
I just can't believe it,
Not after knowing you.

I can't say it enough times,
I need something more to really let you know,
I yearn for you,
You are a necessity.

Even when times get dark,
We light each other up,
Even when they plant seeds of doubt,
We sprout even brighter than before.

We grow, we love,
We tire, we sleep,
We rest, we're restless.
I think, I think of you.

Lying under the covers,
staring out the window,
I watch the colors changing—
with grace, so slow, yet swift.

From shades of gray and black,
and silver brushed with white,
to a deep and drowning blue,
then gold—the world alight.

The night’s low, humming silence
gives way to chirps, then song—
a symphony of whistling birds,
all joining in at once.

And through it all, I whisper
your sweet name, tenderly,
wishing it could bring you back,
just once more, to hold you close.

The empty space in my head tries to dream again
When faith starts to be my friend again
Oh, I’m not the same – a careless friend

The empty space in my heart tries to love again
When the feeling of love can be felt again
Oh, I’m not the same – a heartless mate

The empty space in my hand tries to feel again
When I lost a touch with myself again
Oh, I’m not the same – a hopeless mess

These empty stars will find me once again –
As my body rests on these foreign lands
I love to sleep on this Island bed.

The demise of a twinkling in the sky,
igniting something here on earth.  
I'd believe you were stardust,
I've seen your eyes and their glow.

Stars, signs, cosmic theories,
never in my mind, never near,
until I met you, and I wondered,
how we felt the way we did and why.

Maybe we were once the same light,
scattered from a fallen shine,
the reason you felt so familiar to me,
a soul I could see, feel and love,
one I knew before the stars.

You woke,
not knowing your name—
only the weight of breath
and the pull of light.

Before mirrors,
before clocks,
before the word you—
what were you?
And who decided
that was enough?

I am sinking deeper and deeper,
but not in waters,
rather in the undying feelings,
of guilt and more of grief.

My legs kicking, hands thrashing,
but, I am not seeking the air.
The chest getting heavier, the air tighter,
yet, not reaching the bottom.

Am I dying ??? No.
Just floating to see,
how long the body,
can burn without light.