I found your soul tipping around my memory, your graceful voice and your warm touch too. Everything about you came leaning towards my sunlight..shadowing my comfort and rapturing my intentions. Nothing about you is understandable and that is why we admire everything we seem to never understand. You are the concept of the rainbow radiance after a gloomy rain shower, a reminder that faith and hope is still out there. I'd water you a thousand times with affection and consideration because you bloomed my passion and target in life. It is so easy for me to have a delicate compassion towards you cause your wings flew my way and arrowed me down, you pinned me down and I am more than happy to be shackled under your name. To have my memory run after your name is spoken aloud is a delightful dignity itself. I have come to you with all satisfaction and I will go on contented with the faith that has been written with you.

She lived for the thrill and she loved what she was. She made sure she walked past everyone turning hearts before turning heads. She was a riddle walking down with chiller eyes and a killer with delicate hands. She made sure she would touch peoples lives with her warm aurora but left a mark once left. Many around her don't know the depth of her imagination and her soul as much as she did, and even she did not know how it kept getting deeper by the day. She would talk to you for years and warm your cold day with her velvety soul, but if she left you for a second, you would misplace all the puzzles you put together of her. She was the split second of the understanding of life, and if she left, it was as if your eyes shut off to the darkness. She was that close soul that lives in you but the furthest you can ever try to hold on to. She was the thrill to your long blue depressing days and the light after a thousand rainy days. She would take care of you long after you did her wrong because she longed the feeling of care for herself. She was the ray of light thats flaming far away from the tunnel yet, every time you came closer to it, it seems to gloom away. She's the furthest inspiration you can see and the closest lose you could feel.

I bet you're wondering what A weird thing to be spoken about, touch? we all know what touch is. We all know how touch is one of the multitude 5 senses a human can have, we all know how it can make us or break us, but they don't know about your touch. They don't know that once you decide to touch anything around you, life appears from it. They don't know how once you touch any living and non living thing around you, the world glooms up and throws bliss into everyones souls. The day you brushed your hands into mine.. I knew how god created rainbows and how every shade gradually shifted to the other simply taking our breaths away. The day you brushed your hands on my face, I knew why god put the stars in the sky. How could one possible touch of yours bring back life to a person who is already living? Have I been living the wrong kind of feels before you? How could a touch of yours let me doubt all my years before you.. is this some kind of sorcery? I know that if I live by your touch forever, I will have that rainbow that gradually shifts into breathtaking colours in my everyday life. I know that if You let me by your side forever holding your hands, I will forever remember why god put those stars in our sky and appreciate every reason for it. It's your touch that brought me sane, hope, compassion and warmth within my life.

As I sit here listening to Coldplay and remembering the lost memory of you, I realize what a great fault i've made to let you go without a second thought. I do not believe in regret but I do believe in great loss and greater longing for the presence and thought of you in my life.
1. You were there through my mornings and nights shifting my moods through your meaningful music
2. You shared every happy thing going on in your life with me and I was selfish enough not to appreciate your effort
3. We would not usually talk everyday, but when you do, you remind me why the stars were put in the sky for people to appreciate its significance once gone in the morning, just like that star.. Your presence was appreciated once the night came, and just like the sun rose the next morning.. i lost you in the depth of my selfishness to the not of my messy life.

I've always connected my soul to materialistic things that can not hurt me back. I felt like as long as it doesn't feel..I'll be safer, see how afraid of emotion I was? I built fences to conserve my heart from any danger and distress. I saw how people would talk about love and desire like they are the most wonderful yet difficult things to go through in life.. I never truly believed and understood until I attached my soul to you. I never truly believed until you unleashed the most conserved ***** in my body.. my heart. Your voice slowly climbed up my lungs and knocked on my hearts door, Your voice was so calming my heart had to open all its gates for you. I admire your energy and I admire your presence, live as long as you want in my heart, It;s your home and most certainly made for you.

When she sees him
it feels as if she has fallen down the rabbit hole
her heart pounds out of her chest at the sound of his voice.
overwhelmed
emotions overtake all logic
day is night and night is day
two souls were never so star crossed
he was the darkness
she was the light
one could not be without the other
and together they created beautiful masterpieces in the sky
but their togetherness was always so fleeting
moments that could not fully be captured
one always hoping to catch the other
always wishing their time together could last longer
but time never stood still long enough.

you are refreshing water to a parched throat;
providing a stinging remedy that works in a painfully slow way.
strangely, the ache is what keeps me going.....
the more it hurts, the more pronounced the longing.

maybe you haven't realised,
but you're the water to a desert:
so precious, so wonderful and treasured
running down my throat, so pleasured.

but maybe you're a mirage in a parched desert of all life devoid:
an illusion, so hopefully, deadly beautiful
for believing this is true: oh, what a fool!
oh woe; avoid, I say, avoid!

the imperative words fall on deaf ears,
as I plunge headlong and deep
into a never-ending abyss of quicksand
into the obliteration of infatuation!

Some nights
I wake up at 4 am,
with the taste of smoke at the back of my throat

I swear to God,
you're still burning somewhere inside me.