In the ocean of the mind,
Must lie a sea of fantasy,
Imaginations of every kind,
Of love and pain and ecstasy.

Three small dots
As you write

Watching them dance
In the light

On the screen
Of lonely nights

Symbols turn into
Hope held tight

Hanging onto words
A sad sight

Hanging onto dots
My newfound plight.

It's 11:11
and for the first time
after a very long time
I'm wishing for myself
and not for you

I am stuck, you see, I am stuck,
In the middle of a stupid attack,
And I am waiting.

and when you smile,
my heart soften;
I'm a child
again.

I wrote your name
on a piece of paper
traced all the letters
and spelled all the pain
I kept buried deep within.

Perhaps I must send you
a letter today
and be it a reminder
of how cupid once
pulled an arrow
for you and me

ten years ago

on a sunny
Valentine's day.

No ...

I said no.