bright yellow suns
make up his soul.
a sense of wonder
that could never fade.

a small yellow flower
with petals so fragile,
but the seed remains.
he will grow again.

a sense of wonder
he does contain
that speaks to him.
question everything.

a sense of hope
he does contain
that speaks to him.
the sun will rise again.

at 7 am
i'll love you in soft whispers
and white.

at 12 pm
i'll love you in yellow
and the blinding sunlight.

at 3 pm
i'll love you in soft browns
and the pit-a-pat of the rain.

at 11 pm
i'll love you in warm bedsheets
and wishes of forever.

Wait for the sunrise,
Be ready for the fog,
Have patience to pass the night

delightful colorful
constellating memory warm
starshine in winter

                         /#dmperez

"Yours and always will be"
I was sure from a long time ago
From the first time you made me see
That I was never on my own

"Just think of happy things"
Your eyes, your voice, the feeling of your hand
"And your heart will fly on wings
In never Neverland"

You flew with me from lowest lows to up above
And helped me walked through my darkest hell
Before I knew it, I was in love
But my dearest, I was the only one who fell

I won't ask for more, nor ask you to love me
You, unknowingly, already gave me enough
All I want in this life is for you to be happy
I'll always be here for you even when things gets tough

And it's inevitable, someday I will flee
We'll be apart, not just miles, but worlds
But when I said  "my heart's yours and always will be"
Expect that I will remain true to my word.

Being in love with you is an adventure, oh so lovely
Until now I am still falling from the sky
Even when I hit the bottom, don't you worry
For you, my Peter, taught me how to fly

the sun is so in love with the moon
that he's starstruck
and is already a shooting star
falling everyday
dying every night
just to let his silver lover live
and gives some of his light to her
during the darkest hours

the sun is so in love with the moon
before the universe even existed
we just don't know it
because their love is light years ahead of us

"It's Monday tomorrow."
My mother reminds me again.
Deadlines for assignments. night classes and spending money for transportation and meals happen again, in a ravenous cycle of time, growth and worry.
It's Monday tomorrow.
I'm turning twenty. And so is my birthday another cycle to be showered upon with special greetings, after all, people give all they can to one person mostly just on their special day. The twentieth year. A cycle of time, growth and worry.
In my family, we never entertained the ideas of birthdays.
It's Monday tomorrow.
Just another ordinary day for me.
Spending money on transportation and meals, night classes and deadlines for assignments.
Oh, and the deadline of my nineteenth.