a vast celestial sphere
face of the earth looks perfect from up here
and as the stars begin to appear,
one that clarifies the nightfall
the sky is connected after all



you're a combination of harmonious elements,
a combination of colors; a symphony
the pieces of music you have created in every photo,
it reached me
your smiles sprinkled like a glitter
of purple flowers and raindrops
your eyes' braided with a collection of thoughts you never say
waiting to be lit like fireworks display
and your hair's a little tousled like a river
singing and swinging between joy and sadness,
it reached me

I hope this poem reaches you too,
I admire you from afar
from a different place, different language, different culture
and I may not know you and you may not know me
but the sky is connected after all,
the moon will always look back at us,
the birds will leave footprints of pathway
and the sun will always shine like you do

and maybe, just maybe, I could take a step
from that thousand miles of linear extent of space,
of interval between two points; the distance
with a simple hello

O, that you were your self! But, love, you are
No longer yours than you yourself here live.
Against this coming end you should prepare,
And your sweet semblance to some other give.
So should that beauty which you hold in lease
Find no determination; then you were
Yourself again after yourself’s decease,
When your sweet issue your sweet form should bear.
Who lets so fair a house fall to decay,
Which husbandry in honour might uphold
Against the stormy gusts of winter’s day
And barren rage of death’s eternal cold?
    O, none but unthrifts! Dear my love, you know,
    You had a father; let your son say so.

Wrapped myself in a red velvet dress and a flower in my hair
Ready for the night with a guest
Lips twitching to a ghostly glare
Bit frighten, my hollow chest

As I opened the door,
Misery enters confidently
Bringing with him an emotional distress, I could not ignore
So I welcomed him, paradoxically

The second night, Misery came again
This time, bringing his friend, Lonely
I let them in again and didn't complain
No choice at all, I endured their company

Each night I would embrace Misery
And instead of dancing with my shadow
Now I tango with Lonely

Misery and Lonely, my visitors at night
Consistent like the moon, they are
in their company I find solace and delight
I could not escape, the light is too far

i want to be your sun
the reminder that all of those demons are gone
i want to be the one
who you yearn to see at midnight
i want you to grasp my wrist at dusk
pleading me to never leave at twilight
no, i dont want to be your moon
i dont need a ball of fire behind me to shine,
no, i dont want to be your stars
there is only one me that you should find
i am more than a silhouette of something shallow,
i am not that broken to scatter all around your black treacle
but i want to be your constant dose of relief
those demons behind your face will vanish because of me
yet you always seek for those **** little twinkling dots
because there is more of them
but i am also one of them, why can't you see?
it's probably because your eyes burn when you look at me.

love is a funny thing, it's true
sometimes it seems made up
until it happens you
until you find yourself in a crowded room
and you realize , suddenly
that maybe this world was made for just two