with every move you make,
you remind me of a swaying kite
gracefully letting yourself be
as you get carried away by the currents of the wind

with every beat of the music,
you're not dancing with your feet
you are moving with your heart
the rhythm and melody loud and clear in your ears

it is as clear as crystals will ever be in your grace,
the way you move so true and sure of yourself
the beads of sweat sprouting on your face
define soaring grace and the purest flair

let us walk these empty streets
fill it with our presence
let's spill secrets in the dark
spread laughter all around
let's leave a mark
with our colors imprinted
at each step that we take
let's fill in the lonely
forget that it was once empty

i was the blue sky
contented with the sun
the rays around felt nice
until the fiery aura was gone

you were the tangerine sky
smeared with other different shades
i liked that you were there for a while
even more when you let me stay

then came the day of a downpour
it washed all the vibrance that was left
oh, like a midnight's stupor
you were convicted of theft

a shade of blue from my body disappeared
a part of me that made me whole
my thoughts swim back into the clear
the new color in your sky, was mine all along

You talk about her
like she’s the beautiful, inky night sky,
and you stand there waiting, wanting
to be the boy to hold the stars for her.

You talk about her
like she’s the missing fraction in your body.
You can’t breathe, move, eat or sleep.
Like she’s something you cannot live without.

You talk about her
and it shows how much you’re longing
to be with her, wherever that is.
That despite the miles and hours that stop you,
it doesn’t even matter as to how much
you’re craving for her.

You talk about her
the way I see a sunrise.
There’s a glint of hope
in every word spoken.
Hopes filled with vivid imaginations
of her running back to you.

You talk about her nonstop.
She’d had your mind preoccupied
with her dubious self.
Her voice at 2AM echoing around
the corners of your brain.
Her brown eyes clear
and earnest against yours.
Her lips curled up into a smile
at the sight of you.

You talk about her
because you think about her constantly.
Like there aren’t even other things
in the universe that rattle your head
other than the thought of being next to her
and holding her hand and paying attention
to her and just.
And just being with her.

You talk about her
like you’ll never
run out of words to say. . .

You talk about her
the way I wish
you’d talk about me.

i wish you knew
how much i see
galaxies and other beautiful things in you
i wish you see
that these things i know are true
take a closer look within me