#ilikeyou
Late at night I wonder
Over and over
Can you heal my mind?
And every day I'm thinking
Why am I breaking?
Can you heal my mind?
Still nothing changes
I keep on chasing
Can you free my mind?
Now I know why
I won't see light
Until you heal my mind
Cause I've never met someone like you
You're my world and only you
Light up the darkness inside
Memories fading
Still my heart's aching
For someone just like you
Cause I've never met someone like you
You're my world and only you
Light up the darkness inside
All I need is something real
Imperfection makes attraction
Nothing else…
Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 5:51 AM UTC
You speak but not with words
Your mouth says little
But your eyes say much
Your eyes they tell me secrets
whispering the "I love you"
your too afraid to say
Asking if I could really be yours.
Your eyes say they want me
Long for me
Need me.
What you don't know is that
You speak just not with words.
I wonder if you can hear
songbirds playing in mine
or the butterflies that explode
when I look in your eyes.
Do my eyes speak to you?
Do they tell you my secrets?
Do they whisper the things I'm too afraid to say?
What you don't know is that
I speak just not with words.
Oct 21, 2024
Oct 21, 2024 at 2:46 PM UTC
You are a delight
Cause your words match against the laws
The volume silent between you and me is intuitive
How can I be the source without your light
Delightful like the stars
I know from miles, you are clever
We may not met yet
But nature tell me that you a change of greatness
Your thoughts show me greater confidence
Which make me feel emotional
Cause you have a power of positivity
I resemble you
Cause you are
A Delight.
K-mari (c)2020
Oct 7, 2020
Oct 7, 2020 at 10:17 PM UTC
Fif-ty-steps, it only takes three syllables for me to see you.
Breath, it only takes three muffled breaths to prepare myself as I look at you.
Beats, it only takes three fast beats for me to know how much I longed for you.
Three years, that it took me to realize what I feel for you.
I-don’t-know
I-don’t-know
But it only takes three words for me to say I-like-you.
Apr 11, 2020
Apr 11, 2020 at 10:05 AM UTC
She walks in beauty
Like the night
Of cloudless clime
And starry sky;
And all that's best
Of dark and light
Meet in her aspects,
And her eyes.
Thus mellowed to
That tender light
Which heaven, to
Gaudy day, denies.
One shade the more,
One ray the less
Had half impaired
Her nameless grace,
Which waves in every
Raven's tress,
Or softly lightens
O'er her face.
Where thoughts serenely
Sweet express,
How pure, how dear,
Their dwelling place.
And on that cheek,
And o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm,
Yet, eloquent;
The smiles that win,
The tints that glow:
But tell of days
In goodness spent.
A mind at peace
With all below,
A heart whose love
Is innocent!
Feb 27, 2020
Feb 27, 2020 at 2:26 AM UTC
I like you
Since the first game together
Actually I knew you
Before we're in the battle
I'm not a stalker
I just knew that my heart likes you
I didn't tell you about that
Maybe I never will
But I figured that
One day you'll know
Once you read this writing
Hey, I like you.
May 7, 2019
May 7, 2019 at 2:03 PM UTC
I could say that I like art
But what I'd mean to say is
I like how it makes me feel
I like when it appeals to my own aesthetic
Or makes me see through someone else's eyes
I like that I don’t have to necessarily understand a piece to enjoy it
I like how looking at a photograph can take you back to a memory
Or how a film can make you feel empathy for someone you’ve never even met.
It's simple to say that I like music
But what I’d mean by that is
I like how it makes me feel
I like that a good beat can leave my feet uncontrollably
Tap, tap, tapping
And a soulful lyric can leave my heart dizzy for days
or how a good, solid forte piano can bring me to the edge of my seat
I like that an arrangement of notes can make me long for a place I’ve never been
or that feeling I get when I hear my favorite song come on at the store
It'd be safe to assume that I can say I like dance
But what I actually mean is that
I like how it makes me feel
How the delicate motion of someone else’s body set to music can move me to tears
and when the beat of the music travels through my own limbs like an electric current
when it leaves me out of breath
or how positively free I feel when I'm dancing alone to Beyoncé in my underwear
It wouldn’t be too far of a stretch for someone to maybe possibly say that there's an itty bitty sliver of a chance that
I like you
I mean
I like how you make me feel
Like my whole body is on fire and I’m caught in a rainstorm
like my stomach is full of ants but it’s okay because I’m an anteater
Like a little kid who lost his mom at the store but somehow found the candy isle
Like I’d spend a whole day just trying to make you laugh
I like that art, music, and dance make me think of you
and that that’s all I’m left to think about
art, music, dance
and you
Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 10:33 AM UTC
Hey, I have something to say
Would you mind listening to me?
But, maybe it's not the right time
So yes, nevermind.
Wait! Should I just say it now?
Promise me you'll not hate me after saying this.
Are you curious,
anxious,
suspicious?
Or am I getting ridiculous?
First of all,
you're beautiful.
Just like the flowers
blooming,
Like the stars
shining,
And the butterflies
flying.
You make my heart
skip a beat,
You make my mind
distracted.
What do you think is the reason?
Do you have something in mind?
This really is the right time,
For me to say this line.
With all my mind and heart,
I like you,
is what this something's all about.
Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 2:31 AM UTC
Dearest Blue,
I know you may need time to recover, to think about what I said.
I understand your predicament, I think.
It came as a shock to your system, I'm sure.
And I don't blame you.
Have you responded? I don't know.
My phone has died, and I have since lost track of it.
But what I've said, I'll say again:
I like you. And I'm sorry.
Sincerely, Deni.
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 6:10 PM UTC
i've seen you missing
her and her missing you
and i feel like i'm in the way
of something better but i can't
make myself leave you're under
my skin
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 11:29 PM UTC
We seem like strangers
When around people,
We don't talk
Need a hit ?
Or a fix ?
We'll call each other
When I say I want to die;
I want to fall down at your side
I want you
I want you to want me back in ways we both know wouldn't be accepted
I want to say I love you,
but I stop myself
So long for now
So long.
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 1:40 PM UTC
And then he pulled me close and kissed my forehead.
The touch of his soft lips against it gave me shivers
It was gentle, sincere, but so innocent
In that moment I was lost and confused
I knew I had my first kiss, I know it.
But all of a sudden his lips took away my past
I couldn't remember my first kiss:
Where it was,
How it was,
Who it was with,
The taste of my first kiss's breath was forgotten
So forgotten that I questioned, "did I even have a first kiss
Or is this my very first, the very first one?"
Because I promise you, a kiss to the forehead had me
Feeling wrapped in snow during summer
Maybe it was my very first time being kissed
...Sincerely by someone who truly cares about me
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 4:00 AM UTC
The karvings of this awe-full fantasy amplifies,
the throbbing of my freezing heart.
The shapelessness of the kloud whispers,
wonderful mysteries in inaudible murmurs.
The blue-orange painted kanvas above.
The silhouette of the mountains that hide,
behind the undaunted smokes that forms.
The opening that the heavens made,
to show the earth its dazzling threshold.
Gradually.
Sensationally.
Approaching the land with unfathomable ardor.
Devout of the seamless tenuous night,
Gangas klangs echoes through the cold.
Lumps of land deprive the moment of silence,
as the people sing to the gods with reverence.
Heareth me, O goddess of the krops!
O god o'er all the mountains come see;
How gracefully she stood before me.
While the pyre gives emphasis to her figure.
*Kurves of the kreseant resembles her smile;
edges of her lips sink.
Beautiful exkavation mark on her left cheek,*
all in perfekt symmetry; perfektion in all she is.
"Saya Suka Awak" I told her.
that very moment:
Sparkling of the stars devoured our eyes.
Sweetest morose partings seeped in voiceless lullabies;
in unison with symphonic notes lulling unsaid goodbyes.
Through the last movement of vagueness the moment subsides.
For the love that profess fades,
with the chilly thin air it travels;
back to the heart of the other.
Oceans apart they were,
yet atop the mountains. . .
love blossomed.
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 9:33 AM UTC
'I like you',
'I love you',
These words,
Can lift you off your feet,
Bursting in euphoria,
You're struck.
Being loved, loving someone,
Swept away with these feelings,
Blinded by it, bind by it,
You fall harder, deeper in it,
These words,
That's what it does.
-nuraishahazman-
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 10:32 PM UTC