sunflower 7d

we run and run
through the spotlights
under the street lamps
and the trials of what is yet to come.

you and i have gone a long way:
you were there when the girl who
first stole my heart
had shared a milkshake on
red leather seats,
and when the same girl left
without me
after paying her bill.

the night is young,
our neighbors are nowhere but in the land
that their heads paint as they sleep;
you and i become artists of the sidewalks and
the rough concrete.

we leave our mark.

"long live the thieves of the street."

inspired by "first love that came to be in diners and friendship that thrived on the streets"
sunflower Apr 5

this boy, they say,
contained specks of stardust in his eyes.

he has an infinite potential;
just like the sun,
he starts the day with gentle light
and a warmth that no other human
can ever posses.

i often wonder if he ever feels alone,
if he ever feels troubled,
if he ever misses his home.

not once did i see a fraction of sadness
and sorrow
in his sunrise eyes.

i hope he knows
that he can give the world so much
more than he can think of.

i hope the cameras don't take away
the transparency of his innocent heart.

because the light can only shine the brightest when it's dark.
happy birthday, mingyu.
sunflower Mar 22

i know you haven't heard
those four letters recently.

but i promise that if kind
was a human,
he'd take his form as you.

you never ceased being
the light in the middle of a dark tunnel.

thank you for being that phrase of hope amongst all the sentences
of negativity.

though our journey together
has had its times of separate roads,
i assure you that my path will always
find its way back to your warmth.

i know this is probably not the art you were hoping for, but i hope it still makes the cut.

happy birthday, mike.
sunflower Mar 21

the night is not that young
but if given the chance to be with you
then this night would turn into eternity.

sunflower Mar 20

she loved him too hard
she forgot how to thread letters
into words that others could comprehend.

for jww.
sunflower Mar 20

maybe it had been written in the stars
that there would once be a girl
who loved a boy
who was slowly growing into
a constellation.

the girl waits and waits and waits
for a sign that this love she has nurtured
would soon ripen with age
and find its way
before the boy turns into a blinding star.

for jww.
sunflower Mar 12

i was once told that
my poems all contained
messages of hope and fate.

i realized that
my love for you is as hopeful
as it really is.

i realized that
my love for you is a matter of fate
because i truly believe that
loving someone like this does not
happen as a coincidence.

maybe im being too hopeful,
maybe i rely too much on fate.

but if it is these two that can
bring me closer to loving you
more than anything in this world,
then so be it.

i'll be waiting with these two
etched on the back of my mind
along with your smile that brings
promises of a chance.

for jww.
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