i chose to grow in this foreign land
on its soil where i am rooted
resided many other plants
they taught me how to sing the melody
of the songs from their leaves and flowers
when they rejoice in the wind
day by day
i grow stronger than the nature of my seed
through every season, every rise and fall
i've been told the stories of the older trees
whose branches have become my shelter
just like me
they chose to grow in this foreign land.

like an encounter between
the sun and the moon

our eyes always seem to almost meet
but never really did

darling, how i wish
just to catch a glance at you

to behold the beauty lied underneath
and learn about all your secrets

like an encounter between
the sun and the moon

i would give up my light
to be with you even only for a while.

i wish i could set myself free
like a balloon drifting in the breeze
with no direction
no feelings
that could weigh me down
but i'm afraid
there will come a day
the balloon loses its air
flying nowhere
being forgotten
i only hope
love will keep me floating
and make sure that i won't drift away
so i thank you
for holding on to me.

i have this feeling roaring in my chest
it drags me into its gyre
and i drown
deeper than the depth of the ocean
i call out your name in despair
the thought of you
turns my sorrow into poetry
and slowly lifts me up
wave after wave
so i get addicted to this poetic emotion
the feeling that's roaring in my chest.

i have tattoos on my body
that constantly remind me
of the little things that make me happy
of the memories that i cherish every day
especially you
your presence
in inked vividly in me.

i will try not to avoid your eyes
and tell you how special you are to me
meanwhile
please keep those eyes locked on mine.

neither of us is breaking the silence
as if we're trying to listen
to the conversation between our hearts
only to realize
that'd be the most we ever talk.

what if you meet the right person at the wrong time,
will you take a leap of faith to taste the love that won't last
or will you walk away to protect your heart?

why don't you just tell him how you feel?

- "what if he can't reciprocate my love?"

well, that's the thing about love
you need to have your heart broken in order for it to be healed.

as the rain poured down
people rushed around
and there we stood
under the same roof
hoping it'd last a little longer
just so we could be a little closer
and let the rain cover
the rhythm of our beating hearts.

i travel
to seek freedom
at the same time
to seek a sense of belonging.

love doesn't always make sense
just love
selflessly and wholeheartedly
the only thing that matters
is to make someone happy.

even when the sun don't shine
your brightness still
breathes life into me
the sun is just another star
but everything that you are
is all that i am.

i am the kind of girl
who feels too much and speaks too little
who often gets caught in her midnight monologues
who embraces loneliness as a gift of time, to be alone and whole in her own chaos
who loves melodies from the '80s and classic poetry,
and also enjoys the modernity of the current reality
who seems a little ignorant but mostly just being shy
because she has an issue with shallow conversations
who gets excited about puppies but runs away from kitties
who travels miles away to seek the feeling of being home
who writes stuffs that are a little depressing,
even though her life has been a blessing
who hopes that these words somehow can convince you that
above them all
she is the kind of girl
who has a habit of translating the world into poems
believing that there are still good things to unfold.