We have been together for such a long time 
Same feelings for each other, forever you are mine 
We've talked so much of our tomorrows, and we just don't care 
But all those dreams must be in secret, all mustn't be shared 
 
We've gone now so far, and been to many places 
We're making more memories, painting smiles on our faces 
We're now happily living, not thinking what may be after 
But we're too young to worry, so we just turned it into laughters
 
But how come we can be both serious and still we dwell inside 
I'm loving you, you're loving me, and still we must have it to hide 
How long will it going to be? Will be making it last?  
Will our future be our eternity? Or everything will become our past?  
 
I never felt wrong, in every seconds that I'm with you 
You always make me feel safe, every moment I'm close to you 
I never felt so empty, never felt any less 
Every time I look into your eyes I always feel blessed 
 
I know this ain't bad, the feelings that we have 
But we have to keep it in silent, and it made me feel so sad 
We have to hold it on ourselves, we can't let anyone see 
But don't forget how we love each other, how much I'm missing thee  
 
But how come we can be both so sincere and still we dwell inside 
You're loving me, I'm loving you, and still we must have it to hide 
Why we have to do this? Why do we have to be in this way? 
I hope that we could still be in forever and nothing will ever going to wane 
 
I know this is worth having, it's just we who can understand 
We don't have to explain anything, about us and who we are 
And soon maybe we can have it like what it has been before 
Living for our reality, and there's no reason for us to dream at all 
 
That there will be a day that I can be more proud, about me and you 
Though it may not be tomorrow, be assured I'll still love you.

Sensibly we talk and nonsense we go
Orthodox are the words uttered
Profane are the verses sang
Deceptive are the eyes buried

They appear pious and they are saints,
I speak sacrilegious and I am vindictive
How the flowers bloom is fate,
How the flowers bloom I hate

When kindled is the vigor
Ignited are these roses,
Of Vehemence we had a feel
Of Abhorrence we had to ****

My own path I have,
My own dreams I latch
A soul wandering at the prairies,
Gored yet numb with your poetries

Amorous is the depth inside making me drown,
Covetous is the realm outside wearing a crown
To which force will my heart listen,
Lost in labyrinth I am and fallen into warren

When left as memories are the stories,
And burnt into ashes are the memories
The sun had consumed the earth I know,
But not the world of artifice we had grow

My heart is a pin cushion.
Various people have stuck needles
into it; but that's its purpose.
That's the good part.

The bad part, you see,
is when the needles are taken out.
I no longer have a meaning,
and I no longer feel loved
or useful.

Because what is a pin cushion
without needles?
I've got the holes
where they once were,
but that is all I have.

My heart is a petty, scarred
little pin cushion.
And there aren't any needles in sight.

(d.d.b)