She stood in my dreams
One-fifth guided by shadows
Four-fifth beaming a ray of light
She stood in my dreams
As we lit the stage with our presence
We were merely performers.

She stood in my dreams
Guiding my way to happiness.

No dream ever dies but
only some dream gets lived

The morning sunrise
Blinds my vision while driving
**OH **** THERE'S A CAR!

I can't stop crying,
I'm fighting the tears
but over the years I know that I'm losing,
because I'm slowly drowning in my tears.
I can't stop crying,
and I've been fighting for over a week,
the tunnel light is bleak and I'm hurting.
Please rescue me, I'm struggling to breathe.
I can't stop crying...
and I'm drowning...

Words float like petals
Of a wilted rose struggling
To remain alive.

My hands hurt
Curled by the fingers
Waiting for a hand to hold
That never appears.

I caressed your back with my fingers
As the warm sensation lingers,
I whisper sibilantly into your ear
As you did the same for me to hear.
The shadow touched your shoulders;
And so did I, as I held you closer.
Our heartbeats were like pre-2002 Timberlake;
Rhythmically NSYNC without a mistake,
And skin to skin, I felt your touch searing me;
Though you left your marks, it felt heavenly.
Mesmerised by the sight of you, vulnerable,
I heave in air but yet neither of us culpable.
I whisper once again, 'You are so beautiful'
Everything, became acoustically musical.
We held each other, warmed by linen,
The present was a gift with a rainbow ribbon,
And each moment, closer to passing out;
I learnt of what true beauty is really about.
I stared deep into your soul, through your eyes,
And it felt as though I've come to a euphoric high,
As I found myself lost in complete ecstasy.
I found love within you, the way it was meant to be.

Though the moon met its demise
It was an endless night.

Night arrived early
As the moon envied the stars
So city lights shone

Life is written in chapters
and meeting you, my love,
is the prologue, for my life
has only begun, when I
finally met you.

We go to sleep knowing that we are loved
By those who we love
We go to sleep knowing that we are enough
For our prince and princesses.

Stand and stare at the memories
That sit in digital,print and polaroid,
From standard to poster to wallet size
Trying to connect meaning to faces
That doesn't exist
anymore.

Take that chance, take the fall
because falling is the first step to flying,
It is the landing you have to worry about
You may fall but never land.
You never really know what you get
until you are sure you want it.
Be sure, and by what i can see,
you want your illuminating star,
no matter how much you push away,
the gravity of that star pulls you in.
So listen to me....take the fall,
because it might just be
the best **** ride you're given in this life.

I inhaled her scent
What once allured my soul
Slowly became a heavy dent
That will forever leave a hole.

I held onto her hands
What once gave me comfort
Slowly became broken plans
As I realise I was only getting hurt

I stared into her eyes
What once made me felt enchanted
Slowly became my demise
As I took my heart for granted.

Falling in love
It was the 25th of May
The prologue of what we are today
I've written some short stories before
Where characters walk out the door
But our story, is one under star lit skies
Where our happiness silences our cries
Your head on my shoulder, as I smile
Showing my ugly teeth for a little while
As the shadows let my flaws hide
And I'll match your beauty for the night.

Already In Love
I thought on how you came to love me
How such an angel that is so lovely
Would ever give her time and attention
To someone, books rarely ever mention.
I thought, that the world had to die
For you to ever considered being mine
But that was not the case because your heart
Is a magical artwork like Da Vinci's art;
A masterpiece without the names Mona
Or even the names resembling Lisa.

I want to stare deeply into your eyes
Mumble my question with a smile,
'Do you have a pencil?'
'Because I want to erase your past,
And write what will come to be our future'.

Me and you, we're a four leaf clover
I've been blessed by fate and luck,
Because I'm naturally C for Clumsy
And you're naturally R for Rare,
And no matter how you look at it,
There will always be love between us.

Our Story**
Our book is never-ending.

I can't fight the feeling
that there's a ceiling
capping our love.
I can't help feeling broken
when we haven't spoken
for a while.
I know I long to see you smile.

I'm
caught in a game of chase
like when I was chasing you
or you chasing me too.

We kept circling back
to where we met
for the very first time.

Till I realised
you made a home
with someone else
where we first met
and I have been playing chase
all alone
like a dog with a collar
without a bone
just chasing its own
all alone.

It surprises me that
If I wrote an autobiography
The number of people
Who are just paragraph
Is extremely high.

They say write more poems,
The pain will eventually subside.
I've been writing my heart out,
Bleeding words onto a page,
That is barely able to soak it all.
Yet I feel no better than,
When I started to write.

When will the pain subside?
Is it in this set of rhymes?
Or has the cure gone to hide?
Leaving me alone without a bell's chime.

I promise you,
Scars will heal
So don't be scared
To just feel.
If you stumble,
Fall apart
I'll pick you up,
my bright star.

I feel kind of fine,
And somehow that scares me.

Smiles form cheek to cheek,
I've finally had my first,
Love, Heartbreak, Healing.

I was your close ear
And every beat of your heart-
Was all I could hear-
Especially when yours fell apart.

I was your shoulder to cry on-
When the light is bleak-
And the people are long gone-
as your eyes slowly leak.

I was the one to push your back
When the swings stood still-
I cheered you on as you ran track-
and I replaced your happy pill.

I wiped your crocodile tears
When you were alone-
And had no comforting peers-
I held you on a throne.

I became your comforting pillow-
The one you could rest your head-
Softening the surrounding willows-
Acting as your replacement bed.

Your first hug sketched my memory-
Of jagged pain and clear discomfort-
On the fourteenth of February-
As I first held you when you were hurt

I made you the centre of my world-
With the thought that we'd last-
And with rocks and insults hurled-
We finally became the past.

I treated you with respect-
Yet you treated me like dirt-
I never knew what I'd expect-
From one who's never really hurt.

We went our separate ways-
We found and laid our path-
I never have remembrance days-
Where I remember your laugh.

You were a diamond in my eye-
That broke under the pressure-
And with every unruly lie-
You begged me for a loving gesture.

It wasn't love, nor was it affection-
We treated each others false ideals-
We were slowly each others infection-
And things fade as paint peels.

It was never a story of love-
It was a tale of two people-
Who finally said ENOUGH!!
and decided not to write a sequel.

A crowd of faces, some old, some new
but I shouldn't feel as lonely as I do.
I remember meeting you for the first time,
and the first time will always be beautiful.