There are was a time,
I asked the dear Sun,
why can't he steal,
the night away?

He said,
he loved the moon,
he had to die,
every night.

But how does
a star explain
the loneliness
I felt that day?

When I loved,
I never cared,
the reasons why,
we mattered.

But when you left,
I calculated
chemicals and dark matter
to solve a broken heart.

The mystery
remains in cosmos
yet the pain
was real enough.

I was white,
Devoured with love.
Touched with fire,
By the sun's warm glow.

Suddenly I'm red,
Made to love.
Where forever was devoid,
By a broken heart.

I was intensely saturated,
by reminiscing sunsets.
Finding myself,
in different shades.

Now am covered,
with too much colors.
if love exists,
albeit it's half-truth.

What could be more romantic
than the rain?
It whispers words of love
I longed to yearn.
Out-pours noises
secluding me away from time.
Runs these tingling sensations
like a lover on my side.

Whilst I grabbed
a cup of coffee,
I could travel my words
like music.
With every droplets,
the rain calls my name.
Sayin' love my dear
isn't made for free.

It is my reminiscence.
The virtue of loneliness
occurs at midnight.

Dare to ask the silence.
It will tell you
exactly who you are.

The midnight I yearn for love
Of purpose I lost
Of reasons wanting to be found.

Midnight's a sin of time
Your epiphany
Your slap of reality

It is sadness.
And the greatest anxiety
is your true self.

I miss you,
Wondering where are you right now?
Or if you miss me,
Wondering why I don't hear from u in a day.
Or do we just let another day to pass by,
To keep missing each other again and again?

After all these years,
You came to say HI,
without even saying GOODBYE.

Searching for your lover
is writing countless poems.
And finding yourself sober
as you heed those silent songs.

It's like chasing the abstract meaning,
of a paradoxical painting.
And wonder yourself endlessly playing,
with melodies from a broken string.

Finding your love is an art,
You'll take countless shots.
You will be loved and be hurt,
But you'll keep learning.

And when you find the one,
He'll be the song to sing.
Till all words are sung
And unheard melodies are strummed.

You'll be an empty canvass,
Or a chaotic visual,
With every stroke you'll follow,
You'll love like there's no tomorrow.

But do you ever wonder,
how a line or two were able to touch you?
Words find you as you wander,
Lost in search for your future lover.