The bright ray of the sun
enters through our window
landed directly at your face
unveiling a beauty that captured my eyes
as you slowly wake up from your slumber
I get to catch a glimpse
of what I'll wake up to for the next days of my life
and what my arms will embrace
when darkness falls upon us.

You, my love
a chunk of the endless afterlives I'll take
where my soul wanders the plain
and search even for a hint
of your existence.
My body, like a built in memory foam
that remembers every corners
you placed your flesh onto
and hoping for you to arrive
ready for a home that only craves for you.

Grant me a wish,
Oh God divine and true
for the lover I swear to love,
To have and to hold,
I wish for a road
that in every after life we'll face,
no matter how long it'll take,
how rough it'll be,
she'll find me on that road
waiting
for me to hold her once more

For I have finally risen from the void
that was created on my bed
your features only be recognized
from the corners of my eyes
as I stare at you
to me you are now unrecognized.

From a broken mirror I may remember
but to a clear one I'll hesitate
to know someone like you
someone I seem to hate

It was you all along
A memory I begged to forget
a piece of something spiteful enough
to not even give a gaze

You
For countless of painful measures
I have stood tall
to forget who you are
to consider as a stranger
Despite the moments I have recalled

The foe that strikes the hardest
is the one
that lives underneath your skin
and there
you are vulnerable
and there you will feel
the paranoia
of facing the hidden enemy

How can I outrun it?
If it gets faster with every encounter
as it catches up it'll slow your pace
you'll see the world slower
and leeches on to your stamina that keeps you going further.
Slowly reaching your shoulder
trying to get a grasp of what carries the weight of your burden
tipping away it's balance
it hopes that you'll tumble
It's whispers will make you tremble
and once it outruns you
weakening both mind and muscle
everytime it moves forward
the deeper you'll sank
at the rubble

She saw love behind the metaphors,
  my intentions was leaking
through the sentences that I wrote
  and
as she travelled through my poems
she found pieces of herself
in every writing.

If I would make a love poem for you
then I have to spend
twenty four hours a day,
seven days a week
and
twelve months a year
cause true love is endless
the ink may run dry
or the paper may run out of stock
but here in my heart
and in my mind
I can create hundreds of poems
that tell
how I love you

I love the rain,
   when it blows a chilly air
   that makes you hold me even tighter,
as you fall asleep
from the coldness
that goes with the rain,
I get the chance to look at you,
beautiful and imperfectly perfect
just the way God intended
for a man like me.
For the weather was on my side,
it poured even heavier
and as you wake up from the sound
I prayed for you to stay even longer.

I hate the rain
when I'm all alone,
the empty side of the bed
gets cold faster,
I tried to embrace the softest pillows
or even cover myself
with the warmest of blankets
but not of them
can make me feel the comfort
that you provided
whenever you're around  
and
I guess love has it's way of telling you
that you've found home
between her arms.

Oh how people judge me so fast
when they knew
that I went to hell and back.
    Scent of burning rubber,
a shirt that's full of ash                       and the flames that light up my cigarette
   spoke the tales of me
going to hell and came back.

People fear what they can not fathom
and belittled a journey that I used to seek,
since they only lived a life
of *** and ***
a life so empty,
a life that's only to satisfy their lust and greed.

As I almost taste the hope that I've been craving,
I smiled with broken teeth and
a broken spine from carrying
all of  the burden on my bag.
" God, bless my new beginnings,
I thank you for guiding me through the gates of hell
and
never wanting me
to go back."