The clock ticks
and the time passed by
when I am with you
everything seems so fine

my most exquisite poem
is the one
that i write
with my lips
on your skin.

r.a.

I want to walk in the empty streets
at night with you
go on a ride late at night;
we can talk about anything
we can lay down
and talk about the Moon
how the stars cannot shine without darkness

and I could tell you that I love you
I could tell you how you made me
so happy with my life

and how you could be
the best thing,
I have ever had


a.r

he broke her;
she thought he would colour her life
with various types of colour

however,
she forgot,
black is also a colour

a.r

they said if you love someone
never let them go

if you let the best part of you go
would you be able to survive?

if you stop doing things you love
would you be happy?

and;

if you were to let someone you love go
for the sake of their happiness

would you breathe?
would you live?

a.r

When I'm with you
Time ticks so fast
Like a lightening bolt

When I'm not with you
Time slows down
Like a small snail

All the things we used to do
had become a daily basis-

you should know how sad it is
to miss you now

that a year ago;
I don't even have the chance
to miss you
as I was looking into your eyes
and we were laughing so hard-

I miss you,
I miss you;
I miss you so bad