Something about your smile captivates me like a single star on a dark night,
when the sky is cloudless and all you can see is it
shining.

Something about your eyes take my breath away,
so whenever we speak together and you gaze into mine
as the politeness you are so accustomed to requires of you,
I stop to think.

I always think, but there's something in those eyes that make my mind
turn into a compilation of mush and butterflies,
when my face begins to turn bright pink and people blame it on the temperature
when really everybody knows it's because of you.

Something about your voice tranquilizes me,
the minute a word slips off your tongue it causes me
to just focus on your soft tone, a voice that seems it could never be mad.

Something about you completes me,
and I'm not quite sure what it is yet, but I want to find out
if I can complete you, too.

One chance, one moment to be together with your smile,
your voice,
your eyes,
you,
and surely, I'll have the world at my fingertips.

i realize i look at you the way that they all do now,
that long list of girls that admire that smile

but i look with a tint of concern too when i know that you're hiding things
and you don't want to say them but they weigh on your shoulders more
than your backpack

i also realize i don't want to begin anything again
because anything now will be half-assed
and will just cause more pain than anything else

but when she hugged you today it bothered me in a way that only i can say
and when she talked to you today and when they all talk to you
and you respond with effortless smiles and pay them all
mind and joke around about how the timing is all off for them to talk
i secretly wish that they could all go away because they are a reminder
that this shouldn't happen again

sometimes things change and we can't control it
and sometimes it's easy to forget that we are only human beings,
incapable of preventing something inevitable.

but i do have to admit, it is a shame when you see someone
you really care about go through such pain
and such emotion and still pretend to be okay to you
because it is as if you are stuck in a box with no opening, and only
a little hole in the box will allow air to flow in.

at some point you don't even want to breath in the air
anymore. sometimes you would rather suffocate so you can forget
temporarily about everything. sometimes you would rather ignore
it all than notice it's there. maybe if you don't admit it to yourself
it isn't true.

but i have been through the "i'm fines" and i know
this isn't the case and no matter how many times you want to
say it, it will simply not come true. no matter how many times i claw at
my skin and the ground, no matter how many times i sigh and stoop my
head down, no matter how many times i cry, i cannot bring back
the month of november; i cannot redo my mistakes.

things have changed back then and circumstances change
and maybe you never did change because i created this perfect mold for you
and expected you would fit in it, but maybe it was my mold that was flawed,
not you. maybe i'm the one who changed, maybe i'm the one that
caused my own pain. that's what i think now, anyway.

i wish i could rewind the hands of time, and i wish that things were
the way they were on a nice autumn day. but they are not, and i have to learn
to accept change, and i have to learn to control my frustration with it
because maybe this was all for the better; i just don't know it yet.

Truth be told...
I'm not pretty
And I live in the city
I have never really been loved
Nor had a beloved
I guess I'm smart
But I **** at art
That's all I am, I guess

Truth be told...
I must confess
That I feel full of unrest
Wanting more than I can have
I want to travel the world
And see the sites
But knowing I can't bites
I have a friend far away
That I'd like to pay a visit to someday

Truth be told...
I'm not special
Just simple and plain
Dull I am
But adventure I seek