tik..tok-
the clock is ticking,
a glimpse of you has passed.

tik..tok;
the clock is ticking,
another silence follows,
with tears burning inside our heart.

tik..tok;
the clock is ticking,
the idea of me leaving you follows,
and my eyes are still smiling,
afraid of crying.

tik..tok;
the time has come,
and i need to leave you behind,
everything we had summed up in that silence,
a silence that kills,
a silence that we both will miss.

tik……tok;
until my clock stops.

I wish I can sit once more,
interlocking our eyes,
with none of the words were said,
so much for talking with our heart,
i do want to see you again.

if and IF,
i grow up being watered with loves and affection,
i’ll turn out less withered than i am now,
too much is more than enough and too less is never enough,
nevertheless;
i am trying to water my own life,
with what is less and what is enough,
so endless flowers would bloom,
regardless of what seasons i am in.

oh what is it that i love about people?
not people, him to be exact;
a day pass by and another week come closer to my existence,

i keep reminding myself,
that it is a fleeting moment,
i need to find a flaw on you, for me to find closure on myself,
so i, would not fall in another trap and another game of mine,

a week pass by, and a new month greets my eyes,
i am still pondering on how and what did i fall for, in you?
is it by interlocking our eyes while we share our laughter,
or is it the comfort that you gave me while making conversation to me?

oh once more, i have made a fool out of myself,
to fall for someone at a first sight? absurd!
but i know, fate would not let us meet again sooner,
however now, i am missing you still,
and i will bury this feeling inside my grave.

oh please god,
forbid me from feeling dejected,
from the way I see it,
I am slaughtering myself,
skin by skin, layer by layer,
without a call of mercy,
deep inside my chambers of Heart,
so never again;
I would bear
any agonising pain,
that would take the life of me.

i want to be loved
i want to be held
when no one’s watching
or a million crowds staring
i want my love to be seen
and i want to be loved seen

i want the moon to be the witness of the night
when i am crying
i want the sun to be the witness of the day
when i am shining
i want the flowers to be the witness of our love
when i am growing

i want to be loved,
i wanted and i want,
but still, it slips through my fingers because i couldn’t have it.