It's 12 o'clock midnight,
As you're embracing your pillow tight,
Here am I feeling so delight,
Delighted to our love that ignite.

As I am waiting for the eclipse,
I wish I was there to kiss your lips,
I wish we're together to watch clips,
As we eat our prepared chips.

Alone in an empty room,
Hoping you'll appear like a mushroom,
It's so dark, I can't see a light,
Yet a picture of your smile stucks in my mind.

Seven months had passed,
There's one thing to God I always ask,
What did I do to have you?
Why am I so blessed to have you?

some of them goes with one bullet
take off from the cruel hands
enters,stucks, remains inside
bitter not be feels at the end

this is real love,Darling

The lack of those little things
Having us wonder why
Our lack of those little things
Ushers a pitiful sigh

Frequenting past memories
O what might have been
Stressing and guessing
That old yet relevant scene

Nips and Tucks for those little stucks
That finesse I could not find
Yearning for those times again,
To remove thy finger from rewind.

Hand up high, or put the head in
Tomorrow pondering , O what might have been.
Illiterate to those times past being
To those times of silence we,ve all seen.

have You seen Something gold in the water
golden body in  water shines in the dark
you could hear the beat of  heart
the strings of trauma willing
to start
fire to burn and turn but water
Flows within
like pools of  embrace reminding
me of his skin
images stucks on me like a sin
celluloid on my brain still vivd
splashing warmy water on the  
face
those endless reflections has to fade
i'm altering into blaze
diving in the blue,and echoes
power is only pain
Wether you swallow a bubble
or a flame
The body  melts
You know fire and water are
Not the same
I’m wilting, from petals to
Ashes
Redness in the lids liquor
Blackness out of my lashes
Beauty is blurred
The words and feels
Are unheard
He lives upon fire
But I just got burned