I am afraid,
Afraid of what will tomorrow bring.
I am afraid,
Afraid of wrong decisions.
I am afraid,
Very afraid, of losing you.

You define me,
You gave me a meaning,
You complete me,
You make me real.

Dreamy but true,
Ancient but new,
Tradition but modern,
It's me loving you.

What do I do?
If there's nothing I can do?
And I am just best in loving you?

Keep me in your arms,
Hold me as I fall,
Reach me when we part,
Love me.
I am afraid.

You’re so wonderful,
So far, yet I can see
I come to you so bashful,
But with a big glee.

Trying not to show,
The shyness inside me,
Though it’s making me throw,
A pillow and a party.

Seeing you feels nice,
So nice, my tongue won’t lie,
Feeling eerie in your eyes,
As I see you pass by.

I'm the one who walks alone
One street to the other
Then loudly I would groan
"Can anything be sadder?"

I walked...
Faced down.
I talked...
With no sound.

I am alone.
Then I was bumped,
Then I was lone,
Then I sobbed.

I cried my pain
Longing for consort
Cutting a vein
With tear back and forth.

But I met a stranger
This man at my back
He touched my shoulder,
Then all went black.

He talked to me,
With assuring words,
"You we're with me,"
Then I cried my wounds.

He was there...

When I walked...

When I talked...

I am not alone.

*I am a loner.

Speak to me,
In your loudest voices,
Speak to me,
In your wisest words

To be understood,
Is to elucidate,
To impart,
Is to communicate

Be a linguist,
Use your tongues,
Spill your thoughts,
Speak.

He is the music,
She wants to hear.
He is the story,
She likes to read
He is the color,
She loves to see.

"How beautiful you are,
My dearest lover!
Forever, will be mine,
The he in my art.

I stared blankly on my ceiling,
Wondering of the things we used to do,
Moments of happiness,
Glimpse of our dreams,
Believing in forever,
Dreaming about us,
Dreaming about our love.

Everything seems fun,
Even staring at our sparkling eyes,
Seemed to be a wonderful experience.
We even talked how we feel,
When we held hands,
Very tightly sealed,
Like our love.

Then I remembered bitterness,
The pain that all of these are just,
What we used to do.
When we loved the way we used to,
When our love,
Is what its used to.

I was so weary,
So sad that I can't talk.
I won't talk.
I will just let this fall,
And wet then dried.

I will let them pour,
Instead of keeping another liter.
Wait, am I alone?
They must pour but,
Only if I'm alone.

If one saw them pour,
That one is worthy.
One won't see it if they're not.
Or maybe the dam was full,
And the operator let go.

I was so weary,
That my eyes blurried.
I won't talk,
Then I would walk,
Together with them.