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 Apr 2018 Bhumeeka
Cné
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Hold my hand and persuade the way
tell me all you want to say
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Whisper softly in my ear,
all those things I want to hear
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Kiss my lips and touch my skin
bring out passions deep within
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Draw me close and hold me near
eradicate my pain and fear
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In the darkness of the night,
shine your beacon, be my light
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In the luster of the sun,
demonstrate you are the one
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Offer me wings so I can fly
and I will soar when you're nearby
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Infilrate my heart, break the wall,
it's time for me to let it fall
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I've been a prisoner, extensively
Break my chains and set me free
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Strip me of my armor tight
this time I won't put up a fight
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Release my soul held deep within
For you’re in my heart where love begins

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What is it between us?
Is there a spark we don't see?
Can it really be there if
Neither one of us wants to see?
When I look at you
I see nothing but star,
And endless possibilities.

Your smile brings me joy
Your presence makes me happy,
All I want to do is be near you

Can it be love?
Something so simple as this
Is it really this easy
To feel for something this way?
Being around yo makes my heart happy,
Skipping an extra beat as I dream about you.

I want to see where this goes,
Why don't you just tell me how you feel?
Are we on the same page?
Do you think about me,
Even on the coldest of nights?
Do you wish you  were with me,
When times get rough?

I want nothing more,
Than to be in your arms,
Take in your scent,
And feel your heart.

One day I hope you tell me how you feel.
Just don't take too long...
I'll wait if I have to,
It'll teach me patience...
By remember I can't wait forever
You are what I want,
But I hope I am for you

Someday soon... Someday maybe,
You'll build up the courage,
And just tell me
 Dec 2017 Bhumeeka
Traveler
It's time to write
To write indeed
A poetic mind
Need's to feed
It's time to conjure
Something new
Something beautiful
Something true
From far above
Or bitter below
It's time to let
Your feelings flow

Paint your picture
Be perceived
The prose, the laughs
The miseries
It's time to write
So take the lead
Write it down
So you can breathe



Besides...
We need something to read!
Traveler Tim
 Dec 2017 Bhumeeka
mei
the cold breeze crawls against his skin
powerful enough to give him goosebumps
but not the kind he's been searching

he treks against the snow, hurriedly
as if time is passing by too fast
and he's afraid he might fall behind

his constant worries trail him
like an unwanted game of hide and go seek
except he is always being found

he longs for the sun, an image
destroyed by the constant winters
that ceaselessly plague his mind

but he doesn't need to hunt for
what he already has in
the palm of his hand

all he must do is wait
for the snow to melt
and spring to come again

where i will welcome him
with open arms, like the ones
he so desperately yearned for
18/12/17. for kim jonghyun, an inspiration of mine who passed before his time. you've worked hard. don't worry anymore.
 Nov 2017 Bhumeeka
Jazeera
Once upon a time,
There was a girl
Who met a Shakespeare
They were from different places
With the same passion, poetry.

She was hopeless, until now
He was all set for a bright life.
She walked in darkness
Then,he filled with light.
She had fallen once
Now he's there for a hand.

He was her Shakespeare
she loved his every lines.
He welcomed her into his world
The world of outstanding poetry.

she felt her ship has anchored
After a long journey in the Pacific.
Thought of writing a poem for my Shakespeare
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