I've been dreaming about you every night,
Zeal, an emotion I got whenever I tell it right.
Every moment of conversation feels like snap,
Not until the reality makes me realize that I miss you while bursting with a pop.

Lost for words because you always make time for me,
Oh gosh, can't resist the fact that you are here though literally you're not near.
Untold feeling of excitement because of you,
Ihh can't you feel? I'm officially missing you,
Enough dear, I am looking for the air to breathe 'cause this thing makes me blush here.

Bear in mind that even though we're apart,
Am here right inside your heart.
U're special without a comma nor a period,
This is a sincere statement with a signature labeled.
It's not a drama, knowing that you always make someone glad to see her smile.
Should I tell her name or just be mine?
Three, two, one, you're the only one.
Ain't beautiful but you make me fell in love with who am I just the way I am.

Fluttered for always having your patience and perception,
Endless eyes smile and a moment of heart attack 'cause of appreciation.
Remember that you can count on me,
Rocking your world and hoping that it belongs to me.
Emphasize the initials of every line,
Read between the lines.

To the woman who cuts fruits for me everytime I study
To the woman who loves shopping for matching clothes with me
To the woman who cooks all my favorite dishes
To the woman who let's me rant about about my days
To the woman who cries everytime I do
To the woman who makes funny faces everytime we click pictures together
To the woman who treats every child with the same love she gives me
To the woman who gave birth to me

I love you so much mum

I am who
I didn’t think
I would be
Remains me

I never was
Would have been
The person
That is me

Tell me not
What is to be done
Unless you think
You can make me do

What is the plan
Will it work
To get me started
On this again

Mazes and silliness
Interesting to find nothing
But to find nothing
Makes it worthwhile

To be bored
In the company of self
Either be moulded
Or simply moult away

The notes like angels fall upon the
         paper submissive on the lines.
As if they were meant to mean more
                   than just a ceremony
of notes.
Giving a eulogy to
                                 my own request.

But even though cherubs grace my
         thoughts, divine interpretation
of an ending as this quill of white,


           gracing every imprint..



Perfection is blotted, the lines will
            never grace this reflection again.

An orchestra of hand gestures play,
         as if  I see ever instrument grace
the air in synchronized perfection.

I realise that I may not be a pauper,
        or one of riches and fame..

But I have a feeling that I'll live on
           within the lines of my creations.

A eulogy of my sound vibrating though
the halls of time, my eulogy is
           the sound I left behind never words.

I am aware my love
that in today's situation
we must distance ourselves
away from the world
But never from ours

You may not be the first one I see
every morning
but I always remember
Your fingers through my coffee mug handle
and your lips