Some Days that I am counting the stars
Hoping you would  come by...
But the truth is
You simply forget about me..
A pang of sadness
Teardrops on the pillow
How could you forget
to remember me...
My Frustration
My anger
a perfect mixture
Somedays that I remember
the wide ocean in between
Neither you nor me have the guts
To brave the strong waves
or the angry sea...
Yet we called ourselves LOVERS...
shamelessly
Some Days that I realize the fact that
You are the SUN and I am the MOON.....
Our roles don’t fit
Our time doesn’t meet
Just forget the love we keep...