So many lines and laments
Scribed in ink and feeling,
For the girl who is the ocean

But she is a swell and surge
Too dauntless and wild,
For a lover whose bones crave the shore.

She craves the squalls and gusts,
And cast iron skies,
A worldly drift to sate the salt in her skin,
The deep pull of currents in her blood.

She is chaotic but not reckless,
she is fickle, but not feckless.
Love her boldly or not at all
Her bones belong to the sea
But she will always return to the shore

She's planting out her window box
Young shoots are showing through
She thinks about the Springtime
And the garden she once knew

There were primroses and daffodils
Sweet violets white and blue

Buds and blooms open up
They scent and colour Summer long
She thinks about those happy days
When she was young and strong

Sunset's falling sooner now
Petals drop, the show is done
She gathers up her winter shawl
Tries not to dwell on things to come

The moon sleeps between your lips
Pressed between two soft petals,
A delicate masterpiece is embedded within your smile 

Your sleepy face, 
Yawning extraordinarily
At the stars as
They glimmer within your eyes 

What can I say about such beauty?
About all that you are?

You are a night, magnificent in your wholesomeness
And breathtakingly sad when you break away

It was a one fine morning.
And a morning rain kind of mood
She has always loved the smell of blown candle, wishes, cake, and balloons.
It was her happy days, where everyone are smiling brightly.
It was a one fine morning,
Until she knows she lost him.

The candles, euphoria, and laughs are no longer matter.
Things were unhealthy inside her heart.
And that's all she could remember.
She is unable to trace back the times
Where he made her feel good about herself;
It's all just blurry to her.

Without getting into the painful details of it all,
She realize that writting doesn't work on her anymore.
She has lost her reason to keep writting,
Because he is no longer exist.
No, she is no longer exist in his heart.
And that's what hurt the most.

"How did you meet her?" someone asked.
At the first moment, her face crosses in her mind almost immediately.
Smiling with a dazzling crescent moon eyes.
Her pretty little hands reached out to hold mine.
Sending shivers through my vine.
A mixtape which song has long forgotten played.
Almost everything at all once recalling the bittersweet memories.

Like an open door, she knows what she thought was.
The breeze once again set her in solitude.
It was all nothing without her.
Her fingers dance at the chanting of the birds.
"She is the sole star I orbit around" he said.
"She is an ocean— deep, calm, full of waves and tides, whom I wished I can embrace in my two arms."*
With that, the loosely hanging clock stop ticking.
His gaze lowered and his lips trembling as he speaks nothing.
He knows, it was nothing at the very beginning.

Like the ocean,
He only know how to loves in waves.
He failed to realized that I'm the rocks upon shore,
That keep grounded,
And would carry him whenever he longed for more.

I watched him stay. And I watched him leave;
Resting gentle kisses on my flushed cheeks
As if it means something to him.

What a strange feeling it is to lie next to someone
You adore, yet still feel so alone.

That's when reality settled in the air between us.
And suddenly it was all beginning to feel one sided once again.

I like the way he scrunched his forehead up when he is thinking.
The way he looks down at his shoes when he is shy.
I like the way he smiles at me when he looks at me.
And the way he adores my happiness like it's the only thing that matters to him.
I like the way he used to asks me how my day was.
I like the way I feel around him, the way he makes me a better person.
And accepts me the way I am despite all my flaws.
I like the way his eyes light up every time he talks about the things he loves.
But I guess that’s what’s different this time.
I've never had someone look at me like they are in love with every little piece of me the way he did.