Not seeing you is the hardest pain
But I'm already familiar with it.

But last time you had left me
NOW
I'm the one who turned the stone.

For 13 years I loved the books
They were my best sharers
Last two years I knew that
Those I have been knowing for 10 years
We're more than my friends
But it was too late that high school ended.

In a new haven
I started to love someone more..
I started to notice the blues of sky.
I began to love poetry
The hues of the world
Blush of the wind..

But now I'm back to books
This time I'm not reading
But I'm inscribing the pain of love
Into the torn pages

Sprinkled water
beaten rays
loosed knots
shattered glass
blinking bulb
rows of ants
drops of red fluid
It was close to a crime scene

We are tied together with an invisible  thread
no matter how much is the distance between us
the thread blooms with romance
we dance  like peacocks in rain
we sing like  cuckoos in dusk
As the Rays of sun & mist fuse
As the breeze and smoke swirl
As the snow kisses the leafs
I hold you in my arms
And whole world envy us.

You really know that I have a crush on you
still you pretend like I'm just a passerby
Yesterday you became
my best talkers
my best sharer
my best friend

And you know that
I want you to be my best lover
Still you pretend..