The last time I've seen you was in the beginning of summer,
You were surrounded by friends and I felt like a newcomer,
Even though I've been there for years,
You extroverts brought me to tears.
Several months pass by in a dazed blur and I encounter you
On the exact same place, with the same sweet, beaming smile too
-it is like your trademark, isn't it?
The reason for an annoyed fit.
You speak to a group of people, a tale you found online,
Yet the aura that you have makes it sound purely divine
-the careful pronunciation, as if talking to a friend,
Looking as if you cannot pretend.
A short-term fascination turned into jealousy, and more
-in between my consciousness and dreams, you're on the shore,
“It’s the first thing I notice”, you say
With your head tucked down,
“It’s just… there.”
It’s the first thing I notice too, although
My eyes are not yours.
You’d rid it, chop the part of you
That you like least off. But I…
It’s the first thing I’d kiss.
Cold and hazy morning
Two perfectly parallel alabaster pebbles
Their shallow basin dipping in between
Half asleep, half awake.
I don't let me be thrown away.
There's this pain every time I see you.
This love every time you smile.
There's this hate every time
You're touching her.
And this love,
Every time I remember us both.
Listening to your voice
Every single time
I hear it.
Looking in your eyes
Every time
They're close.
Trying to forget
That you will never feel it.
Wishing you would love me
Like no one else.
It's love when you enter the room.
It's love when I look at you.
It's love when I hear your voice.
It's love when I touch your skin.
It's love
When I feel you
And don't know that I have ever been.
Love you.
Hate you.
Stay.
Leave.
Yearn for you.
Forget you.
Right or wrong?
I don't know what to do.
To hate or to love you.
My heart says I'm right
My head says I'm wrong.
My heart yearns for you.
My head yearns for you being gone.
My heart likes to stay.
My head likes to leave.
Decided to forget you:
My head's free, my heart can't breathe.
Looking up.
Right into your eyes.
Seeing your smile.
At once butterflies.
Smiling back.
Then turn away.
Does this mean anything?
That you're looking outside.
And try to hide your grin?
Because I do it too.
But I'm the one,
Who still loves you.
I will never forget what you did.
Nothing of it.
I will remember all what we did.
Everything of it.
I will believe in what I do.
Even in the fact that I still love you.
I long for the touch of your lips
I long for the slightest touch
I long for those strong arms
I long for the day you return my feelings
I long for the name of mine to be called by your lips
I long for the time to stay still for us
I long for the presence that I love
I long for the eyes to stare back at me
I long for the voice I want to hear
I long for you...
cherry lipstick sweet
month of April,you do not know the
strength of kiss
you have not grown in to
the month of Mae
:few dayflowers and young before summer’s
warmish nightish sunsets
I taste you with fingers,with eyes
and lips
my pink castles meet yours
and we fall in Spring,love finally understands us;
with strawberry licks and re
freshing orangepurple delight
your tongue sings a duet with mine
and the sky kisses our heads
dandelions in our hair,buttercups tucked behind your ear
your eyes are palms that so comfortably
can mold my corpse into something,someone
sometime,an unhollow breath to follow your(allure
sifting and starlit,evergreen everglades
the eddies of your voice lingered,rosy dews
heavenly,this misanthrope,i,no longer buried;
the colors of our skin match in the dark,where kisses
know naught but the clandestine of )us
yes,mistakable and heartedly,your arms
collapse into the form of me
relieving the senses of wind and sun
o,how Mother cannot understand what this
means:
not grass nor sea
not sky nor tree
,but the remembrance of us,the nostalgia of the last second