All the words
All those scenes she's directing inside her mind
The songs she keeps on listening
Or the silences when she thinks --

Boy, you must be so beautiful
She must have been going insane
She constantly finds you running in circles
Her mind becomes your track and field

She keeps on hoping
Like a well, someday it'll have water shortage
She is hoping for you, someday it's coming to an end
But your smile, your glances -- like a battery she is recharged .

And the cycle starts all over again.

~~ Criss ∞

Every night, like a marathon
Of memories of you - with you - I have kept
My mind a player that only gets
That one CD replayed until I meet you in my dreams.

But somewhere between replays
I have to remind myself to senses
You are not the life I have to live
You're part of who I am, now part of who I was.

Somewhere between these lines
I so carefully written my heart out
I should be on my my way to moving on
From

You know how it's like to look into his eyes?

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It's like lying in an open field and stargazing at a vast night sky. I would trace his beauty with every twinkle, his soul laid bare. And when I get lucky enough, I'd see something of him new like a shooting star. He is too beautiful I couldn't look away. Yet he is too far I couldn't get a grab of him. I'm always in awe, yet always unsatisfied.

It's like drinking something so tasty, it quenches my thirst but leave me wanting for more. I could taste his mood at the moment, tasting another when time ticktocks to another time. It's very delicious, I'm afraid I couldn't make it last.

Maybe I've seen this coming. Like all stargazing will have to end when dawn is creeping out or like when I will about to have my last drop, I can only hope it lasted longer. I hope I hadn't tried. I hope there will be next time. I hope he feels the same as I am.
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You know how it's like to look into his eyes? It's a joy and a pain at the same time.

And the best and worse part of it: the feeling lingers (sometimes very strongly, sometimes so sweetly , and sometimes just for a sec and sometimes for quite a while ) like a smell, like a song, like a book I've read. My heart always melts, my mind always reasons whenever I look at him.

I am a kid who
Is as innocent as when I sleep
I don’t have a sister
Or a brother to call my own.

With my father I’m used to go
On road trips and even on seas deep
My smiles along couldn’t waiver
Til evening came, til morning dawn.

With my mother I used to do
Play with her, with my cousin I dance and skip
Though exhausted, sleep would always be later
In the depth of the night just after I yawn.