I wonder how the stars discern us way down here,
like how beautiful we see them up there

I wonder how pink blue skies seem so ravishingly beautiful,
like how every mornings of my every day with you by my side

I wonder how the combined colors of orange and yellow and red sum up a magnificent art of sunset,
like how a combined you and me could be a masterpiece in an art gallery

I wonder how every seas and oceans send a genuine feeling of serenity,
like how surreal the feeling is whenever we listen to the scream of every waves as your hands interlace in me

I wonder how amazingly clouds turn into cotton candies and popping bubbles,
like how it remind us of our childhood during a hazy sunrise

I wonder how every drop of rain could equate to a fascinating emotion of gloominess yet contentment,
like how you satisfy me with the simplest way possible for you are so naive and spotless

I wonder how it was possible to fall in love with you
in a span of weeks and hours
and genuinely say on a morning Sunday,
"****, it was insanely and undeniably beautiful dancing with you under the rain."

You can spend time on your iPad
At any time you please
But you can't with your Grandma and Grandad
You know that he and she's
Getting older
And only older they'll get
So if you can
Make sure to visit them

When you are old and gray
And wait
And pray
That someone will come
To take your loneliness away
Remember and realize
That back then this scenario was the same
When you left your Grandparents' house
And they stood there in pain
Just thinking
"When will they come again
To ease our lonely hearts
To make us smile
Even as our bodies slowly fall apart?"
And they wait
And they wait
And they wait
Until it is too late
For you to visit once more...

Please, I beg you
Visit them as much as you can
That last visit
Might be your last time with them
Even if you're shy
Sit there and listen
Even if you're busy
Somehow make some time
Even if they are cranky
Always be kind
Realize nobody is perfect
And that everybody feels
A loneliness that can never be healed
Until a hand reaches out
And holds their hand tight
And keeps them company
Through the night

before I met you I planted seeds
of self love in my heart
slowly growing,
slowly learning to love myself.

you made the seeds in my heart sprout
into beautiful flowers
that I had no idea I was capable of growing

so when you left
you picked through them
and took what you pleased.
you picked through my garden
and left me with seeds.

he who plants bad seeds
shall have a plot of despair
harvesting no good