O such beauty
Bestowed from heaven
Upon my mortal self
I stared with my four eyes
Such gleam, so bright!
Oh my, I'm speechless...
My heart knelt down
Begging for yours
At last! YES! you said!
I can...I can't..Oh no..
My tongue got tied.
Forgive me for this,
forehead kiss
With that,We are one!
Your hug took my breath
...and I died happy.
I love you!

It's been so long,
Since I've written for her,
I apologize,
But I've been too busy,
Kissing the words into her mouth

smiles
this six letter word...
how come it means so much?

does it mean...
happiness?... joy? ...gladness?
does it mean only these things?

I'm afraid often now
smiles are used for other purposes
to agree... to inspire...
to manipulate... ... to Hide.
when did it become so hard to smile
To tell you the truth, I don't know either

smiles with ease now for me
is just a mere memory of what
is once a beautiful thing
me, my friends & my family shared
before.

I may have smile now
but its surely different.
not like before...
everything then was so...
bright, colorful, calm, and  easy
when did it become so dark and lonely

smiles ... smiles ...  smiles ...
would you please...
bring back...
my smiles

I saw your eyes that day
so focused, so pure, and so much passion
At that very moment
I thought I heard a heartbeat
beating... beating...
drawing closer to mine

and as you stroke that paint brush,
as you breath in a silent way
I can hear nothing but
the beat of your loving heart
beating... beating...
same time with mine

The wind blows my hair
and the yellowish street light
glaze upon your eyes
and I can't stop myself
looking at you, looking at
those sparkling brown eyes

Since then I always wanted
to see you, be near you
hear you, and to talk to you
wondering if you could be mine?
Then one day... you told me
a joke that I can't ever forget...



"kim, I have something to tell you..."



"I love you,... can you be mine?..."

I want to tell him
that I’m scared,
that I’ve been here before.
And that the last time I felt potential like this it imploded;
I imploded.
But I don’t want to taint it,
You see I’m still hopeful
That maybe this time
Won’t end up laced with maybes,
Or what ifs,
Or open wounds pouring blood onto paper.
That maybe this time,
just won’t end.

I’ve not quite worked out whether I think it’s beautiful,
Or stupid -
The human capacity,
And pliancy,
And longing,
For love.

Mirror mirror on the wall
What is it that you see?
Say not but truth,  I need to know
What others think of me

Do they see my greying hair?
Crows feet about my eyes?
I'm asking you,  my hated friend
For mirror never lie

Perhaps they see a pitied soul
That life had rendered worn
Or do they see my lying grin
And eyes that spill with scorn?