Even with the distance that parts us
My love meets no bounds
The silence between us
Fails to muffle the sounds
Of my soul aching for you
Do you hear it?
Is it loud?
Is it a gut wrenching melody?
A heart crushing beat?
The yearning will eat at me
From my brain to my feet.
My body is full of you
Though miles apart
I’ll weep your name in the night
It’s cold in the dark
I’ll spend forever searching to find you
Lord, grant me my spark.

Across the miles, you’re close, yet far,
a voice I hold like a falling star.
I trace your words in the empty night,
hoping they'll stay, hoping they’re right.

You’re threads of gold across the sea,
a dream I keep, a need in me.
In whispered calls and scattered time,
I’ve bound my heart to the rhythm of rhyme.

Each goodbye tastes bittersweet,
a thousand chances left incomplete.
And still, I cling, afraid to know
if letting go is letting go.

But love—our love—is a wild, fierce thing,
it weathers distance, every sting.
So here I wait, though fear may grow,
I hold you close and won’t let go.

So there I was leaning against the wall
sulking as all heavens be
wishing my love could live closer
and then closer still to me

and the last song of night gave me a terrible fright
I had never fallen in love till I met you
and one random boy with pierced ears and the likes
did the hook and reel right through

I dare not say I like him at all
no my heart elsewhere still resides
but for second the gloom and the stink of the night
took up its claws and hides

People say that absence makes the heart grow fonder;
But I do propose a more fitting word to use!

Isn’t that absence makes the heart go angry?
Conflicts and clashes, arguments at its best.

Isn't that absence makes the heart go weary?
Your warmth is what I need in this tangled mess.

Isn't that absence makes the heart go crazy?
Only with you, my mind can easily rest.

And yet, our love is still a pretty wonder;
I am yours, and you will always be my muse.

In that wrinkled page, 
Ink of the pen shattered! 
He hasn't seen her for months. 
The only thing he had was – 
Her beautiful picture, 
Hair open, 
A sweet smile with large eyes.

In hope for his words, 
She's waiting, at the gate of their house! 
Remembering their memories, 
She wipes her tears. 
When will he come back?

"Are you missing someone?" they asked. 
He smiled through her picture, 
Admiring her beauty – 
The only thing that brought him joy.

Before the two hearts could meet, 
The heart met the bullet, 
Taking his innocent soul away from her. 
In that battlefield, 
He was proud of his land.

Wrinkled pages remained unfulfilled, 
Words remained inside his soul. 
Before she could see his bright face, 
It had already turned pale!

Tears fell to the ground.
She waited for an answer,
But his lips stayed silent.

“You said you’d stay by my side, 
Hold my hand when the dark came, 
Keep me warm when the cold wrapped around us, 
Stand by me in the storm, 
And shelter me from the rain.”

What happened now? 
Why aren't you replying? 
Maybe it was too late, 
The promises are still there, but not him. 
Words are there but inside him.

Against all common sense,
you still give me butterflies;
I want to tell you without pretense
how my heart for you sighs.
.
My fingers hover over the phone,
indecisive, nervous, cringing;
Since you left I'm so alone,
a kingdom without a king.
.
Words, my usual weapons of choice,
fail me when it comes to you.
I fear you'll forget my voice,
our nights; move on to someone new.
.
It's hard. It's frustrating,
this near-constant low;
Missing you, contemplating,
screaming into a pillow.
.
And memories, little ones,
just flashes of that high,
Bittersweet firefly-suns
of the days you were nigh.
.
These crumbs of text,
an occasional voice note,
Starving till the next,
Hungering for what you wrote.
.
I need you, I love you so
embarrassingly much,
Your smile, your eyes of doe,
the fire of your touch.
.
And yet it gets caught in my throat,
the selfish begging for your return;
so I just pray, in silence,
as I continue to burn.
.

A green light
On a cold phone
Is the only way
I'll ever feel your presence

You find me.
In the church bells of a Hozier song,
the sheets that without you feel wrong,
you bind me.
.
You remind me,
of our sunny morning walks,
of our silly grinning talks,
when you find me.
.
You touch every thought,
my eternal leitmotif;
no such battle fought
as with you, my heart-thief.
.
And I want to write words,
tell you how strongly I yearn,
but my mind sees absurds:
so each letter I burn.
.
And I'm terrified, paralyzed with fear;
I dread your heart will cool,
that you won't love me, my dear -
that I've been but a fool.
.
Chasing dreams, all in vain,
as I wonder who warms your bed;
So far away, across the pain,
racing terrors in my head.
.
An ocean between us, worlds apart,
I crave desperately for your embrace.
Yet still I'm silent, intrepid heart -
a grave of sorrow, sans your grace.
.

I got on the go-away train
The same one I wished on while you were gone

My bags all packed for the plane
One last hope left in the side pocket

A hope you might not let me go
Squished between my toothbrush and t-shirts

But we both listened to the whistle blow
And you watched the go-away train take me

How could you let there be oceans between us?
When I can barely stand a centimetre

Why, when you just sit there motionless,
Do I have to crawl the earth to keep up with you?