if you could see through my eyes

You would see the most beautiful sight

You are very special, you may wonder why

Might because of your bright shining eyes

When I look at them, it feels like a dream

And your smile together with your eyes makes a good team

Whenever satru sees you, satru blushes

It's not intentionally it's just his refluxes

What else can I say, I not know

For i am the one who don't know how to show

And there I rest my case for some time

Will tell you more, some another time

Wait till I find something new

Cause words that can describe you are very few

LAST NIGHT
When I shut my eyes then you came to me
You hold my hand and then you said to me

You are not all alone I am here with you
Even if you open your eyes I will be there for you

Then you sat beside me and held me in your arms
Your presence made me feel safe and miles sway from any harm

I was filled with emotions and started crying
'There is something in my eyes" I told you and you knew that I was lying

You held me tighter and embraced me with your love
It was a divine felling as I felt the warmth of your love

I faced you to say something but, I kept quite
Then you gave me a smile and held me more tight

I ran,
Towards the horizon,
Where the land and the sky meet.

I ran,
To see,
Where they become complete.

I ran,
To see,
The land and the sky together.

And I am
Running,
For forever.

And I am
Running,
For forever.

I was a morning daylight,
Full of joy and happiness,
Not in reality but,
In the reel of life.

I was a thundering cloud,
Always roar and roar,
Not because I was strong,
Because I was afraid.

I was complaining,
All day all night,
Not to the living puppets,
But, to the almighty.

I was tired, sick of fake smiles,
And telling people all the lies,
Not because I can't stand more,
Because I wanted to be real.

I was crying inside,
And hiding all the pain,
Not because I was strong,
Because I meant to be.

I was altruist,
And trust people easily,
None, broke my trust,
But, my friends did.

NOW

I am like the ocean tides,
Dancing in my own rhythm,
Not to be wander alone,
But, to be wise.

I am an open book,
Like one in the library,
Not for everyone,
But, who ask for it.

I am a dreamer,
And my dreams unrealistic,
Not that they can't be true,
But, they just wouldn't.

I am a listener,
waiting for someone,
Not to listen their story,
But, to tell mine.

I am a common man,
A man with a story,
Not to tell everyone,
But, who deserve it.

*Lazy_winds