I walk on a beach at noon
And find myself wishing.
I think there are no falling stars,
Only at night.

She will never come back.

I see a starfish and pick it.
Then I just play pretend
That it can grant wishes.
It never happens.

I was so young then.

Wishing is for children.
Hoping is naive
But accepting is reasonable.
Now, I accept it.

She will never come back.

I can never grow any further
Or go any longer.
I am already stumbling
For there is no future for me.
I am like a sheep.
I exist just to die.
And you on the other hand
My shepherd that guides my way.
Just feed from me
Until you can proceed
And grow up with someone
With future ahead of him.

The seed I planted grew.
It grew strong.
Its roots anchored deep to the ground.
It sprang off a cloud of leaves.

A storm had come.
Thunderclaps shook the land.
Lightning hit the trunk.
Strong wind slapped the branches.

The leaves withered,
Fell,
I can't tell.

But the tree is not dead yet I know.
Not until all leaves fall.

I ask her if I'm amazing
And she answers yes.
I ask her if I write good poems
And she answers yes.

She seems not to see my down side.
She seems like seeing me perfect.
I ask her to criticize me
And she answers, "how"?

She undress herself to explain everything
And I say,
"you being naked won't explain anything.
It would just push me to write more poetries".

Then I write while we ***
My pen in her body
And her skin as the paper
And our world as the poem.

We write it together
To the best of our abilities.

I wake up minutes before the alarm.
And think to get off out of bed in a flash
To prepare things and wear my charm
And go to work and paid with cash.

But my body defies to move such haste
And thinks that I think it's just a waste
Cause I'm tired of this daily routine ---
A loop directing to where I've been.

Then I'm thinking of weird things.
Like jumping from the roof of the tallest building.
I can think I'm a little bit crazy
But I know I'm not cause I'm doing it daily.

Oh! It's already past nine in the morning
And the situation's got boring.
I need to accommodate my daily routine
And do the loop of time again.

I had painted a heart
        out of a broken brush.
My strokes were wild,
        slant, straight, and
                                    ~curve.
It was a masterpiece
        that I colorfully assume.
Different hues spread
        all over the canvass ---
Green
Red
Tequila
Kiss
         --- that was seen thru your
Skin; bones;
And your beautiful soul.
You were a work of art.
No. We were.

I have tasted the sweetest cherry.
I searched for it my whole teenage life
And I have found it just in front of me.
I have found it on your lips.
But you were gone.
I have walked the earth again
Just to taste a kiss from you.
The moon witnessed how we closed our eyes
As our lips indulged amidst our tongue intertwining.
It was heaven and I wanna feel it again.
And I want the moon to be there
Along with the stars to witness
How your lips touch mine
For the second time.

You are the earth.
Your soil is a fertilizer itself.
Everything grows.
Just like how my feelings grow
Whenever I'm with you.

The heart of your ocean,
I always see magnificence to it.
Though it's deep and dreadful,
I always wanted to reach the bottom.

Your trees are amazing.
I am lost within the wildness of your forests,
Within the maze of your ruins.
But It's okay anyway.
It is your maze, therefore
The only end is to be with you.

I am just the moon distantly looking at you.
You are the earth.
I revolve around you.
You are my world.

Mars travels towards jupiter
To find places to write about.
Saturn travels towards the sun
To pen about a star
And they collide at the center
They call earth.
They are both alien to the world
And with themselves.
Mars sees beauty in her eyes
And Saturn does the same.
They are bound to like each other.
They feed their bodies with ***
And their souls with poetries.
They love both
But they must always remember
To return to their orbits
In order to bring balance
To the solar system
They call themselves, universe.

You fill my pen with ink
For me to write things I couldn't
And to show the other me
Thru the empty sheets of myself.

You are the lampshade
That lights up my canvas
For me to write instead of paint
As you to be my subject.

Now, show me yourself naked
And I can paint you even without colors.
Wear your best dress,
that is your self,
and I can make poetries until eternity.

At least I can repay you
Not with money but with poems
Penned from the sheets of my heart,
Written from the depths of my soul.

If I (
    stay U )
    die.
I (
    ----go
U )
    live.
I <3 U
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You are the home where I can stay.

Your arms are my fireplace
Where I can feel warm
Whenever it rains.

You, being proud of me,
Are my clothes I can always wear.

Your love is the water
That keeps me alive
And the food that feeds my soul.