It seems as though
I always want to talk to you
But our conversation comes at a cost
Because every word spoken
Puts me one word closer
To the last words I'll ever say to you.

With hope I could forever speak
With reason and love aimed at your heart
Taking your ears and making them listen
To what I need you to hear
Before you cannot hear anymore.

Carefully I select the sounds I speak
As not to choose the wrong ones
Picking silently in my head
The memories I would like to leave behind
In every moment I spend with you.

I know the last words I will say to you.
They are in my head now
Dancing on my lips
Teasing your ears
But I will not say them.
Not now.
Instead,
I will say them when it is time
For them to be true.

I do hope, however, that when that time comes
You will have already said them
To me.

I felt his gaze
Upon my face
Let low my eyes
Felt rumbling butterflies
No, it was not for me
Or may be
I looked again to see
But gone was he
Was he really eyeing for me
Or was it the other
The one standing behind me
I walked away thinking
To spend my night drinking
In a distance I saw him
Wasn't clear as it got dim
I felt injected
By his gaze
So intoxicating
Full of amaze
The urge to see him again
To drown in his eyes again
Putting my head back
To relax with my latte
Felt someone touch my neck
Startled I ****** back
Hitting my head on the side rack
I saw him smiling
Oh what a timing
He asked to join in for latte
Admitted his gaze
That left me in ablaze...


©sim

Her touch makes me warm.
I came back from the coldest fight,
She rub her hand and heat me up.
Told me I deserved to rest but not to quit.

Her words makes me cry.
Every day she shout the bad ones,
But she never fails to whisper the goods.
"I'm always here for you" she mumbles.

Her love hurts me.
She deserved one hundred percent affection,
But I gave her zero attention.
"Take care" she always say.

"I love you, Mama"
Why I can't say these words to you?

There is an entire universe
inside her head. And I'll be
kidding myself if I say I am
beginning to understand her,
when all I've ever done is just
catch a glimpse of the galaxies
within, through her eyes.

Now, despite having nebular
thoughts, what I know is that
I will neither fully grasp what's
going on in there nor will I ever
fathom the simplicity and
complexity of her soul.

But that's okay.
I'll love her, anyway.

No, love.
I am not a knight in shining armour.
My armour is bent and dented and
cracked, and underneath it are cuts
and bruises and scars from the horrors
of countless battles I've seen, and
some of them almost did break me.

No, love.
I am not a knight in shining armour.
But if you'll have me,
I'm prepared to take a vow and swear
an oath of fealty and devotion and love.

You need only ask.

There is strength in her heart,
like the waves that softened
a stubborn rock.
Warmth, like summer breeze
that gives solace to
a weary soul.
Radiance of the sun emanating
through her eyes,
and brings hope with every sunrise.

And I will love her,
until my heart caves in.