"Why should I care
About the moon?
It is merely a rock
Illuminated by the sun."

"Ah, then
Why do you care
About him?
He's merely a broken human
Pieced together by your mind."

Your name
Resides in the crevices of my mind
Like the lyrics
To an old favourite song.
It's sweet, familiar,
And brings back memories.
I'll always enjoy humming its tune,
And smiling a wistful smile
Whenever it plays on the radio.

But just like an old song,
It has been replaced
By the upbeat dance music
I listen to now.
There are some words
I don't quite remember,
Some notes I can't hit anymore.

Most of all,
It lost the passion
I once got lost in.

You touched my soul and imprinted on my tainted heart,
but I still wonder why you left, without even saying goodbye.

And it often makes me irrevocably disconsolate.

Eyes that are expressive,
Lips pursed in a thin line.
I see hope in front of me,
Am I missing any sign?

Dreamt of being next to you,
Short, silent and shallow.
It speaks of what I have to do,
My mind and not heart to follow.

Eyes show you're a mystery,
Lips pursed not saying a line.
I wave white flag in front of you.
I didn't miss any sign.

**You sent paper to write my days,
A page of hope I can't ignore.
Please send me clarity.
Why give me something to hope for?

do me a favor and be sure to tell her that i was the first person who took your breath away and the only one who reminded you how to breathe also might as well tell her that you still love me and you keep my heart in your jacket pocket near your cigarettes because you still aren't sure which one you you're addicted to.

You used to say "I love you"
As a friend would do to another
And I'd say "I love you" back
Because that's what friends do.
But then I started to see you as more than a friend
And the "I love you"s came less and less
I guess it makes sense
Because that was when everything changed.

a love that does not exist in his eyes but only in mine

last night you trespassed my dreams once again
it wasn’t your typical lovesick reverie of an infatuated young girl
of stargazing or romantic beach strolls
hand-holding or eskimo kisses
it was honest and simple and unconventional
and to anyone else it would’ve seemed far from memorable
for people tend to escape from reality at dusk
but that ordinary reality was okay with me in a dream
because it was an ordinary reality with you
and thats what made it special

but then, upon realising that, i woke up more despondent that i had fallen asleep.