I have already grew fond of the night that grew longer.
This cold in the desert is what I always had.
My storms grew hurricane from the depths of my mind.
Would you hold on to me if the darkness embraces me?

If I became cold as ice,
would your fire thaw me from this agony?
Would the sight of your forgiving smile, keep me warm?

When my stars fell from the sky, would you admire me still?
Do you dare, to make it or break it?

Let me down gently.
As I fear and tremble.

I am ashes produced by a volcano of constant despair.

Hold on to me, as I lose myself from this storm from the pain that which I never shared.

Tell me, do you dare?

We are weaved by the threads of fate.

To be vague and convinced through the lack of conviction, is our destiny.

Thrown to the depths of handshakes and pleasure.

We are swallowed by the vendetta of romance.

We are keen to distinct lust of
attachment.

We have kept the hunger for affection.

Suffice the thirst for life, only to find the fate of tomorrow.

Bound to the stages of conditions.

And you are here,
Beautiful and ******.

I went to the ocean today,
I'm sitting here in the shore, and wonder where your heart is right now.
You're a tidal wave of question marks etched into my mind and you're just surfing.

I was too afraid to pick my board up,
and get the feel of the water on my feet,
but I'm not ready to surf these tides without you.

After work,
As the sun set's in,
It's always the harmony of your voice that I chase,
"Shall we head home?"
"What should we eat today?"
"Here's what happened today."
I miss you like the sun misses the moon.
A never ending ordinary love.

Any and everyday,
Is a miracle with you.
In the kitchen where we keep our lives,
Holding hands as we give comfort to our hearts,
No matter what happens in the future,
That's what I wanted to talk to you about.

There was a mysterious smile on my face today.
I knew that there was a certain death today.
Today, may be the last time my lips will curl.

There was a monogomous hymn in my head.
It was the soft humming of your lovely voice.

Slowly, I fell asleep.
I knew it will be the death of me.

It was a wildfire I left burning in your heart.
But I knew it will be the death of me.

So I died.
I died, the tremendous death.

As I lay dying,
I saw the sight of your face.

Contemplating.
Smiling.
Confused.
Disgusted.
Happy.
As a river of tears washes my face.

I knew it was the death of me.
So I died.
I died the tragic death.
But you didn't.

Live.

Each word I exchanged with you,
each one of them is raining down on me
like falling stars.

The sky I looked at alone,
seemed like it was about to swallow me up.
I was afraid.

The starry night we shared was incredibly brilliant,
it somehow seemed unstable.

A single petal that came in my life.
Only you mattered.

This is my punishment.

I satisfy myself in to this darkness that I have fallen into.

And I feel I am lost in a trance of despaired dance.

Never to grasp a part of me. All because I have lost an important slice of me.

The tyranny of this empty room
will always be the underlying comfort of no one.

These books left unread, has been the taste of my inglorious pursuit of happiness.

A guitar hanging on the wall collecting dust and rust, is a product of my unremarkable trust with myself.

A single bed that will be slept on later, will be filled with imaginative thoughts of grandeur,
Combined with the thoughts that betrayed me compiled with,
"I should've and could've".

Only this pen latched on to my hand to carve the honest words,
This paper to produce erasures of beautiful sentences.
The writer that will bear the coming of tomorrow.