I know my texts don't excite you anymore,
But you are polite enough to reply it anyway
And if I call you, you'll receive it too
But I know you cringe when you hear my voice
Just for the night , you needed me
Just for that one night
The night's already over
But I m not over you yet

I remember everything, so clearly in my head
How beautifully you sang, & I sang along with you
How you made me laugh, laugh & laugh so hard
How you held my hands & we tried to dance
How your lips blew life to my cold and dry spirit
How the butterflies in my stomach fluttered
How my cheeks turned crimson and I looked away
But you kept on staring at me
Like  you wanted to fall in love...

I did not undress my body that night,
I undressed my soul
I put it right in front you
Just in its purest form
I let you see me,
See all my imperfections
I told you all my fears,
The secrets I hid inside,
I thought this is it,
This is what I had been looking for,
My soul was happy
And thought it had found "THE ONE"

Little did I know, it was only for the night
Just for that one night
So tell me who do I blame?
Blame you for setting up my hopes high
Or blame me for believing the truth like lie
Or should I just blame the night?
The night for lasting just awhile.......

She is water

She dance like the waves
Swaying as the wind blows
Soft enough when she's calm
And tough enough when she's mad

She is not a real water
But deep enough to make me drown

~
Your cruel words are shadows
beaten by the light of my
wings
~

Today is the start
The time to begin
So put on your climbing shoes
Start digging-in

The sun will be rising
In an hour or so
And we should get going
So, hurry!  Let’s go!

How bad could it be?
You’ve done this before
So rinse off your dishes
And head out the door

And by this day’s end
I promise you’ll be
Higher up on that path
Toward getting free

Red orange glow
Flits around the base
As plumes now rise
Toward darkened skies
 
Skin on knees and
Chest and face
Seems to tighten
And we delight in
 
Atavistic desire
To master its use
This lovely fire
Of pine and spruce

If you were just a pain
Why did it have to be
Perfectly beautiful?

I can't remember
Whether it's love or leave
That hurts the most