I called you out with a song,
With tunes calling whom I long,
I could play this all day long,
To see you smile for life long.

were his eyes used to shine whenever he looked at me?
because when I face him- his eyes would gleam in excite,
those eyes that weirdly glisten across the street light,
just though nothing seems to be wrong  tonight,
but if I would bring up how you look at my smile,
you would avoid these beautiful eyes right now, see?

Harmony does make love pure.
Thoughts drew that I am yours,
Of course, there is I who is waiting.
But this lovely night is slowly waving.

And I will let you know for sure,
That I'm not trying to lure you.
But our moons look like they're reshaping,
So why don't I dance you to as I cling?

Threads do run fast,
and I have come a long way.
I felt that I gave everything a rush,
But I did come a long way, I say.

The one that my heart's beat,
It is one longer and finer thread,
Maybe I haven't been content with these,
This, of who I keep on sharpening ahead.

The thread does run fast.
I knitted through the end of the cloth,
Just for me to turn back,
And finish a masterpiece I always sought.

She is an eloquent of delicacy,
Who turn and nod along the wind,
Graceful of her as it already is,
That her loft shifted just to her fit.

Cared for all the enamored pieces,
Of left rounded petals colors of blue.
She shall eventually leave me with a crease,
Yet stays 'till there is a glaring moon.

partial of what his world revolved,
believed a culture of what beholds,
every heart has availed to his hands
of countless souls that he intertwined.

a cupid played the lyre in genteel,
rather than his usual mystic bow and arrow,
the sweet sound of what he fancies,
a pursuit that he finally found refuge.

this carve that I rarely see,
the flaw and woe of woven fine,
made for such soul divine,
of one's still guarding of fear.

Papers that we have received,
Joyous at least cherished,
Like butterflies want to be freed,
From my mouth and just scream.

there is difference between..
I gave you a chance
and
I gave you a lesson.

If you fail,
It means there is still missing,
And the failures trying to show you that,
And its challenging you.

Being mad to someone,
Doesn't mean your opinion is right.
Sometimes they only stop your happiness.
Because they know what is right.

Waves are full of ashes,
Soul and grays,
Are all trap in the blue.

Wishing to go to heaven,
Reaching the sky as possible,
As the waves ascend its vibrate.

Others have lost faith,
While others are still hoping,
Hesitating to fight another round.

Regreting they were thrown in sea,
That were thrown by their families,
Yet they are clueless to the life in between.

Others that doesn't lose faith,
Was been helped by the waves.

To these people's desire,
Was to yearn and to aim,
To go to the heaven up above.

I know everyone have flaws,
But yours are hurtful
Like a blade so sharp
That could tear my heart
Just for staying with you.

The night is always dark with light,

Even when you look around,

There would be still a beam of light,

That would never leave until dawn,

Signifying there would be always a hope,

In a matter where you just see darkness.

The dawn always change,
As I understand you each day.

Like a weather in a certain place,
That always have blue in your face.

Yet it changes as I have trace,
An attractive smile with a steady pace.

You won't even give grace,
Yet it all written in your face.

The night will almost be replace,
Yet our memories will be embrace.

It might be a bad view,
Yet it will be a great distance.

You sigh in boredom,
I sigh in tired.
You cry for your defeat,
I cry for another chance.
You tell for food,
I get yelled at my mistake.
Now when I come home,
You are sleeping peacefully.
I might not do take care of you,
Yet I could give you whatever you want.
I love you

When he command,
so respectful.
When he act,
So angelic.
When he did something,
So precious .
Yet when they turn their back,
He mock,
So devilish.
Did not know a devil,
Could pretend like an angel
After all.

If we love each other,
We won't shout.
We will understand.
We will apologize.
We won't be racist.
We won't do such a thing.
We will talk.
Yet we all do the opposite.

We lack of love.
If we don't,
Nothing would be happening in this crisis.

A long and narrow room,
With one single solitary bed.
Yet many things are portrayed.
A bed that keeps you safe from anything.
A blanket that will hugs you until you feel warm.
A mattress that you can lean whenever you feel sad.
And a pillow that will wash your tears from a past that will never come back.

Our throat is dry,
yet our face is wet.

We silently cry,
For we don't know when will this end.

We were just fighting in a shore,
when we were seen.

Now we are kneeling down in a floor,
until our knees swarm the beans.

At first we were pointing at each other,
For who'll get punished.

Yet we were hit by our mother,
that even look famish.

A word that scolds us,
that we've never understood.

And frightening actions,
That we never think they'll do.

Yet we regret what we did,
and make ourselves fend.

We will make this as a promise,
so let this punishment ends.

The deep blue sea
Would swarm the sand as it ascends.
As expected, the sand couldn't do anything But to let it be.
Lowly, the sun would just stare
And have nothing to do with it,
So it brings light.
Flocks of birds would just ignore,
And fly through the clouds.

As time pass,
The sun couldn't light anymore.
The sea would get tired by swarming.
Then, the sand would leave out hanging
With the bright full moon.
Usually, the waves will ascend more,
Yet not to through the sand.
There, the sand would just dry out
Until some shell and mussel appear.
Conscience is the only way to make the sea stop.

Here it is,
Days flew away,
And many shells have collected.
Yet the normal still isn't coming.
Until volcanoes erupted.
The seas became red.
And sand would smile with the sun,
Yet the marks are still a memory.
A memory that the sand would never forget.

I am a vase in your soul,
That I have sincerely given to you.
You lay a beautiful flower inside,
Like you put a wonderful memory within.
Also put some water,
Like some tears, we shed in joy.
For it sprouts more beautiful
Like our love with more cherish.

We are all in the same sea,
Working hard for we need to live,
Some have yachts and boats,
Yet we have burden in loads.
We try to look strong,
Yet we couldn't do it for long.
We were never drowned,
Yet we suffocate by matter in profound.

The cloud couldn't hold back anymore,
It let it all out,
The rain drops intensely,
That feels like the time is in ruin,
And the sky and earth have been in embroiled.

I know this is just sometimes,
Yet I hate when they take one piece of me,
It makes me lost,
And just scattered into pieces,
I try to make 'em back,
But they laugh at me,
And loudly whisper; pathetic.

A colorful arc above the clouds,
Has a beautiful presence
Yet have a symphany past.
For this arc you can't chase
Has become symbol of peace.