Tonight was the night
the night where I
forgave myself
for walking you by.

Tonight was the night
the night where I
forgave myself
for giving it a try.

Tonight was the night
the night where I
forgave myself
for all those little lies.

Tonight was the night
the night where I
forgave you
for making me cry.

Tonight was the night
the night where I
forgave you
for seeing that other guy.

Tonight was the night
the night where I
forgave you
for never asking me why.

Tonight was the night
the night where you
forgave me
for loving you still.

Above all, tonight was the night
the night where we
forgave each other
for wanting to be together.

Tonight was the night
the night where we
forgave each other
just miss each other
love each other
care for each other
feel for each other
**we only have each other.

tick-tock-tick-tock-tick...

I sit down, room darker than night,
I know I have nothing to write.
My writer's block and a poet's clock,
does not stop me from penning a fight.

tick-tock-tick-tock...

I sat down, forced a thought,
I know I have nothing to spite.
My pen is drawn, my paper is laid,
but I couldn't, I'm alone, tonight.

tick-tock-tick...

I stand up, stretch my foot,
I know I have nowhere to go.
The air is thin, the pen not used,
without you, the paper seems cold.

tick-tock...

I stood up, I turned my back,
I look upon the cloudless sky.
I saw your star, the Libra Goddess,
she said "not a day goes by..."

tick...

I lay in bed, the paper and pen
still fresh from procrastination.
The air still thin, the sky empty,
as you seep into my imagination.

...*

My eyes drew a close, an empty dose
of longing and yearning for you.
And in my dream, there is an entrance,
a red carpet of roses awaits you.

my eyelids closed resembling a lazy curtain,
i drew a deep breath going into a lost world.
the journey was long; the abyss so deep,
so dark, so lonely.
and i was determined that i will find you,
in the midst of these shadows.
but i was more convinced that if i find you,
i will be just as lost.

seven years has passed,
i still have no idea where i am,
and then i realised,
i may have found you,
seven years ago.

i mean so little to you,
but maybe I mean a lot,
but your not saying so,
made it an even doubtful plot.

i mean so little to you,
but maybe I mean a little,
but your act of unkindness,
stirred up all sorts of trouble.

i mean so little to you,
but maybe I mean nothing,
but your firm conviction in it,
shattered my every single thing.

i mean so little to you,
but maybe this was to be,
but this travesty I can't accept,
*'cause you meant everything to me.

my writing, for you, unrhymed,
inspired, collective, untimed.

my wish, expired, worthless dime,
dropped, ignored, some great crime.

my love, for you, heavy climb,
unreachable, too far, too blind.

my ending, our tragedy, your prime,
soulless, tearful, wishful rewind.

our death, my wreck, you seem fine,
your words, my ears, tearfully unkind.

I believe, through days, through time,
but now, I know, you were never really mine.