She has glasses.
She's short.
She's shy.
So it's not her looks
by themselves.

She wants to get to know me.
She works with me.
She gave me candy.
She is human.
Nothing out of the ordinary there.

Something in her eyes.
I think they're blue.
Something in her name.
All but one letter was in a dream.
I don't want to say it.

What else could it be?
What makes her stick in my thoughts?
What if I'm just overreacting?
What if I'm not ready?
Good sweet mercy she's cute.

After all  other side of a coin
has an other side

Listen to its story too

On occasion
that great dark beast
claws and scrapes
and then
breaks free of it's cage
howl at the moon
it's never too soon
but make no mistake
its always there
ready to rip and tare
hunger
truly knows no bounds
but I wouldn't want it any other way
otherwise I wouldn't be
- just Arun

Feeling so conflicted as to what I'm missing
knowing what I'm feeling isn't what I'm really missing
know that times are harder now
Time is constantly ticking
Life keeps on pushing me further, how?
Feels like I'm always on the edge and close to tipping
and I keep tripping
And the urge is always there, picking away at me
Haunting me with its cold glares and stares
making me feel so conflicted as to what I'm missing
and I know what I feel isn't what I'm missing
I'm missing but nobody seems to see
I'm missing but nobody seems to be...listening
I'm missing but nobody seems to be...looking
I'm missing but right in plain view
but nobody's noticed I've gone...missing
So why would they search for me when they think I'm as whole as the full moon glistening
what they fail to realize
was she was the moon
but a part of her was hidden away
a piece of her...*missing

Buried under all the empty bottles,
And broken hearts
Lied a girl with one to many thoughts.
As she tried to find the answers
At the bottom of a glass
She ended up drowning
Deep into her past.
And she couldn't help but throw back
A mix of all her regrets
And feelings
In one big cup of what she called
Her last.