Is that how you're supposed to talk to me?
Is that how you're supposed to say my name?
Is that how you're supposed to hold my hand?
I might be blind, or deaf
I might not know any language
But I can sense it
I can feel it
You're in love
with me...

Isn’t it funny
How every days our mind wanders to some places we have never been before
How in your loneliest days, we want nothing but to lock ourselves in our room
listening to sad songs over and over again
How every nights we dream about the future that will never pass by to greet us
How drunk we are on our tears while dancing with the sweetest sorrows
How our friend, The Past, is chasing after us
trying to drag us to its house
How our tongue tied by the poisonous kiss
How we are locked up by some self-made rules
How we are stuck in a ****** up society
How we madly in love.

How the cupid shot his arrow at us and now demands his arrow back.
How every song I wrote is all about you.
How this world ruthlessly show its power by tearing us apart.
How every words in my poetry dance in pain and tears.
How every thoughts about you give me nothing but a bittersweet feeling
How we, two young people walk aimlessly trying to find the right path.
How we bumped into each other.
How his eyes caught your  eyes.
How  your smile caught his heart
How I long for your embrace
How my eyes long to meet yours


Oh dear, she asked
Isn’t it funny how Fate brought us together but it’s also fate that teared us apart?

Let’s compromise with The Universe, shall we?

I’ve given up
But sometimes
I still dream

Love by a lake
Watching the water
Shimmering
With her eyes
Hazel and glimmering
Laughter
The best happily ever after

Love in a blizzard
Snow blind with affection
Warming each other
Lost in folded arms
Deep in conversation
Gazes uninterrupted
And laughter
The best happily ever after

Love on the river
Steamboat journey
Historical tour
With tea
Her and me
Me and her
Sharing our history
Reading each other’s poetry
And laughter
The best happily ever after

Love in the city
At the library
Then a bookstore
Hit the nightlife
Like live music
And poetry readings
Small quiet cafes
And deep conversation
And laughter
The best happily ever after

Love by the ocean
Resting on a beach
And now I realize
Half my fantasies
Involve water
The ocean chasing the shore
Sand beneath my feet
And in-between my toes
With coconuts
That I can never break
No matter how hard I try
Her eyes gleaming
When I am beaming
Goofing around
Being her clown
And laughter
The best happily ever after

Love in the evening
Believing
Now will last forever
Love in afternoon
The back bedroom
The bathroom
Love in the early morn
Sleeping till noon
Love in a nursing home
Holding her hand
While she lay sleeping
Tears start creeping
The memories keep me smiling
Saving some laughter
The closest thing to happily ever after

you see I'm so invested in this
but you, your not so sure
and even though i will ALWAYS love you
we do not know if you will too.

My love=for you was not chosen
you just dropped a bomb, cracked some eggs(as they say)
and even though you should back off
you're the one, and you don't even know it.

Do they
Do they really see
The despair
Of
A broken heart
The torment
The empty hours
The doubt
Yes
The self doubt
The trudge
Of revisiting
For
No reason
Do
They really see it
No
They do not
For sorrow
Is only
Deep
Inside
Never
To been seen
By those eyes
.

From her window panes ,                                                                                              I feel that she looks at another                                                                                          World that looks greatly different                                                                                     From her pretty and wonderful world ...                                                                           Her eyes stare at others' eye just to make                                                                        A pretty link with all of those links around ...                                                                 She wants to know other worlds of people                                                                       From her lovely and wonderful window ...                                                                         All of her windows overlook in all directions                                                                Looking for rights things in people's eyes ...                                                                 That window that she stands behinds tells                                                                      About her real truth in her own world ...                                                                   She is looking for a pretty love or she is                                                                       Looking for something else almost missing ...                                                                Her eyes are windows that overlook amazingly                                                           And her world is another world of love .................