under skyscrapers and night lights,
the city spreading above me
I'd rely on the sky to enlighten me,
let the colors shine through the rifts

Hiding under the moonlight,
for you could not hide
such transcendent allure,
and I joined you.

Anyone could see it,
trace the source of my eyes' glimmer.
While only I could feel,
and when I did,
such indescribable sensations, of melancholy, glory and bliss

We found each other, at last,
but little did I know
I would find you again
and again

and again.
But when we did, I couldn't let go.

Traffic lights spread across the Opal sky
He held my face
His gentle, warm palms, magnetic on my skin
Fervorous glow embraced my chest
Beat to beat, my heart bled into the fog.

Leaning his forehead against mine,
I felt my thoughts blending with his skin.
A synthesis of feelings, an ocean of colours.
his lips find mine and heat ripples across my face
Cloudy breaths caressed my skin
This time, the sky didn't blend with tears.
This night, the lights were dry.

With my windows tenderly open,
the moonlight, a pale marble phantom I admire
The dark light rests beside me,
unveiling a vivid urban gleam

A jet black silhouette transpires
He whispers in the dark
Porcelain lies, radiant yet feeble.
His words achingly deceive
the lights that disdain me;
belittling my affectionate delusion

Pitch dark silence, I weep as I grieve
My tears filling in everlasting secrecy of
this tragical devotion blurring out the stars

You speak with a passionless passion
Yet my world doesn't fall apart-
It makes the whole universe perish.

That night, the stars seemed to blemish.

Sitting at a cafè
You are hot chocolate-
Warming up my heart~
I take a sip.
...
The sweet taste I expected
Was now bitter?
You make my heart ache- burning my mouth, all of these emotions running through my mind- days- months-!

i feel awake.

Your words wake me up
Every heartbeat hurts
The sweetness I felt was now bitter
I told myself it was bittersweet
But you are coffee
And I like my coffee unsweetened.

I should have trusted my tongue
You are as caring as my coffee is sweet-

not.