Why do i like you?
Why is it so much?
Why everytime your hurt I'm angry?
Why is it I feel disappointed?
I won't give you up,
Until you become we,
Until You become happy,
Until then I won't rest my case.

Time pass
Feelings change
I didn't want to speak her name.
Move on
Heart drawn
Want to see her no more.
Lose faith
Won't take
Any chance anymore.
Saw her
Too late
Love her more each day.

Crowded streets,
Marching bands playing beats,
Marching with matching *****,
Is a memory I would never lose.
Viva!

Drums beat
Body heat
A surreal experience.
Favorite song
Played long
A unforgettable experience.
Last thing
It was Sting
Who sang and composed it.

I just woke from a deep slumber
in a room quite a mess,
Thinking where could be that lover
whom gave me a fine sweet kiss,
Did she climb the highest tower
so she can finally confesss?
Or am I just a lonely dreamer
whom life is amiss?

A silver light pierces
the quiet room,
A room of love
where a rose bloom,
Inside a glass
contained to doom,
Waiting for death
which is coming soon.
Yet an ember
approaced the rose,
Leaving traces of smoke
as it drew close,
Burned through glass
like nothing can oppose,
Giving air of hope
to the dying beautiful rose.

I was never poet until I met you,
Met you in that night with a beautiful view,
Talked for hours and hours,
Until the light has devoured the darkness.

Then I started to feel something,
Something that's been upwelling,
I don't understand the meaning,
Of this lingering hot feeling in my chest.

So I started writing poems for you,
Or else my heart will feel blue,
Cause writing for you,
Is the only thing that I could  do.

So i was never really poet,
I prefer singing with you in a duet,
But I know that I can never do it,
So I ended being this poem's poet.