I’m a fan of rains, and I appreaciate thunderstorms.
How the sky let thunder trace its existence,
How sky seems to be like a wounded skin,
And how the sky pours up like it weeps.
I wonder what it feels to be struck by lightning,
To have life flash before your eyes,
To quickly experience significant moments in a short span,
And to feel alive as you take your last breath.
How poetic is it to die ...
Water is lapping in my cheek and chin,
I wonder If it’s my tears or the water from this sea.
Each wave colliding with the beat of my heart,
They feel like they’re connected to each other somehow.
Hey, Dexter, I haven’t seen you in a while..
It took so long for you to cross this border of ours.
I saw you give the brightest smile,
Even while disappearing in a mile.
Dexter, I know you’re listening...
What she does
Makes me fuss
You only tell me that I’m a cuss
You see her image perfectly,
But as for me you never see.
You never even talk to me,
That’s why I rant through poetry
Will you ever see me shine?
Will you ever see me fine?
Or will I ever stop to whine?
Will I always depend on wine?
I’ve showed you this true side of mine,
You always seem to draw a line.
I only hope you to see through ...
We almost didn’t caught each other,
Involving ourselves, we didn’t bother.
I say it’s a relief that I still met you,
But is this a thought thought by two?
We get along with each other great,
To my own fear, I escaped my fate.
I got lost in my own fantasy,
I forgot to tell you something you’ll no choice see.
Getting you hurt was the least I want,
I dropped hints that I know you’ll then soon hunt...
I want to feel, I want to know.
I want to love, I want to grow.
The love you gave has remained
Even as your presence fade.
I want to know, is it me?
Did i cause my misery?
I want to feel your warmth again
The word itself, your name pertain
I want to love that’s for sure
My love for you’s always been pure
My patience doesn’t seem to grow
But I’m still holding on, not for show.
The love you gave ...