Random.

I blink
And open my eyes
I think
And there you are
I can’t help but try to find you
In every human being on earth
I touched
I’m with
But still I can’t find your pieces
That would patch me back together.

Option.

Don’t you wanna be saved?
I wanna save you
But I guess she’s your addiction
A treat hard for you to get over
While I’m just here a substitute
Another flavor to taste when it gets bitter.

Speechless.

My thoughts all drained out
So give me an ample amount of time
To gather back my energy
Of telling the world how it feels
Living in stained fate
And once I sprung back up
It will be better.

Wrong Idea.

I smiled at you with my sad, tired looking eyes
That could be a waterfall in a spur of time
So I had to say goodbye and turn my back
‘Cause I know things were very wrong
But why I keep thinking it could be right?
I’m hurting and this should not be.

Loving Her.

Choosing to love her is like willing to jump off the ledge
You could be hurt or you could be happy
But don’t you know she might be worth the risk
You still haven’t dig deep in
There you’ll find her soft heart
Hidden under a hard shell
Those who truly love her would only see.

Actions And Words.

He saw her cry
So he gave her an unexpected hug
That’s when he realizes he likes her
But she was doubtful
And full of questions
Yet, he didn’t tell her
And she didn’t asked either
So it’s just silence between them
Because actions also require words to hear
But where are they?

The Feeling.

Have you ever missed that feeling of butterflies in your stomach? That feeling you wished you could fly? That feeling where everything is fine and dandy? Well, I missed that feeling. Smiling, randomly looking some kind of idiot just because you’ve thought of someone. How their body next to you was like? How it felt when your skin touched? How to be wrapped up in their arms? The warmth of them radiating? How their hand fits perfectly with yours? It’s ridiculous but also a comfortable feeling. The feeling of falling in love with somebody and the most fun part of it was also them being in love with you. But sadly, he still doesn’t exist in my life. I think he’s still lost in some part of the world. Maybe stuck in there. Just kidding. Well, if ever he came sometime I would be glad to welcome him with my open arms. So wherever you are or whoever you are, I’m right here making myself the best for you.

Poetry, My Companion.

I was alone
Then there were the words
So I write
The poetries and paragraphs
Written in the pages
Became my dear friends
Then one day
I met silence
Pain and fear
So I learned to shut up
And live with them inside me.