some are thin
some are thick
some are sad
some are rad
some are about them
some about you
but mostly all about you
mostly about us
mostly about
the times we book
the times we hook
the times we click
the times we flick
i am not your chick
but why do i stick
to the feeling of warmth
even though i know it is all harm
will i justify your sight
will i see you fight
for this love
crying from above
i wanna get out
but i miss those mouth
i miss those smiles
those eyes
i miss those laugh
those hugs
i miss you
love

xoxo

just like that
we are in the same boat again
we are escaping
we are each other's fantasy
we are both in pain
trying to hide it each day
i can feel
you can feel
the immensity
of any situation
we are for each other
for today maybe
i am not sure for tomorrow
or for the coming days
i don't want to see tears
i don't want to see blood
but more so
i don't want to tear anything
my heart desires
hope you can do the same
love

i am sure you are tense
i can feel it
should i say
you have my heart
that is why i know
what you are feeling
i just wish
your heart is with mine
coz i could assume
but never consume
this feelings
this being
we were once in those state
why can't it go back this late
hey mate
can you be my playmate
is this a date
let's call it
a night

xoxo

i felt the cold
i felt the warmth
i felt you
we felt us
i am stuck
i was struck
why can't you remember
i need to know wherever
whenever
whichever
however
now that we could be never
be together
i am just hoping
this lingering
can stop
or can you scoop
me
us
both
in
bed
in deep sleep
please keep
me


xoxo

i remember
you are a Pluviophile
you are a Bibliophile
you are a Xanthophile
you are an Autophile
you are a Clinophile
you are a Cynophile
you are a Stigmatophile
you are a Thalassophile
all is about you
all is about what you like
what you love
do you know
do you care
is this fair
do you remember
whatever
i am not sure we could be ever
likers
lovers
forever


xoxo

light comes
dark arises
smoke emerges
water encapsulates
he is your savior
he is your soldier
trap him in a box
for sure it was like a fox
clear, rare and bare
unknowingly magic
and a bit ironic
he tames your flames
he also burn your bridges
he is a more
you will never be sure
until it fires up
in your heart
it become an art
continue burning
continue loving

xoxo

running late
on a subway train
saw this motion
of a clouded place
we are on this trip
i thought it was a flip
i cannot breathe
i smell fear
i am wishing
you hold my hand dear
but you are far
from near
closing this chapter
by entering another
but i keep coming back
hoping for some luck
end this here
my heart is now clear

xoxo