I need a Cherry Chapstick
From
Your lips,
Sweet and Soft
To
Melt into mine.

In this world of darkness,

Love is just a distant memory,

Fading away,

Like smoke on the wind,

Like clouds after rain,

Like summer in December,

Like my feelings after you.

Those were the days,
When we were true.

Those were the days,
Our laughter echoed through the home.

Running in the gallery,
Falling and getting up again.

Those were the days,
Trying not to giggle,
As we watched each other cry.

When we had pencil,
To erase all our mistake.

Those were the days,
When we crafted memories,
Which we will cherish forever,
Which we are cherishing today.

I saw you smile, but not at me,
I walked away, let it be.
I wish you knew how much I care,
But I'll just act like I don't care.

Can't sleep,
looking outside,
witnessing the intimacy of the moon and stars,
and
the cold winds kissing my skin,
as if I were a piece of art.

I wanna be your worn-out book,
Pages stained with love.
I wanna be your quiet dream,
The one you're thinking of.

The clock ticks,
eyes wide,
the night is heavy,
wrapped in silence,
dreams just out of reach.

I lie awake,
lost in shadows,
waiting for dawn
to break the stillness.

In this world of broken hearts,

I’m just a piece of shattered glass,

Shining bright, but sharp to touch.

I want to be the song
you hum under your breath,
melodies mingled with sighs,
hidden meanings that only you know.

His eyes,
his smile,
his touch,
never seen him in real life,
but will cherish him,
forever,
in my mind.

I want to be the pen
you scribble with,
dragged through half-finished thoughts,
pages filled with messy ink.

your scent
lingers like rain,  
a whisper  
i can't hold.  

eyes meet,  
a silent song,  
where 'i love you'
needs no words.  

just us,  
you and me,
and this unspoken  
gravity.