The dew that quenches the land
It is raining on where I stand
Could I ever more love the rain
Raindrops on my open hand
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The gloomy feel that you give
Mysterious solace is what I receive
Jazzy tunes to go with your sound
You keep me in my home, don’t wanna leave
| — | Skip a Beat | Quatrain |
If it happen to be a word,
Of assurance that I may give,
Will you still hang by a cord,
If some time I may choose to leave?
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There is no guarantee as such
To tie the words to make it true
No promise in our weaving touch
No knitted knot to pull it through
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Do we tighten knots when we weep?
Or do we give up at loose ends?
Unwinding knots be in our sleep
Until the time we make amends
Heart on the sand I drew,
It’s a heart that I drew for you,
Although it would be washed away,
But the love will be here to stay.
| — | Sand Heart |
who am i really?
distorted by the belief of such
and all the ruckus that surrounds me
i want to find myself
and to where i belong
i’ve been yearning for a place
yearning for so long now
i am lost…
am i just a mere piece of a puzzle
that i must fit for a grand scheme
ha! i beg to differ!
i am my own, no such force to bind me
the life that i have
is not fabricated by fate, but by me alone
and the choices that i make
so now i stand between crossroads
on where i am to head forth
there are choices that can make
or even break this wandering soul
i just want to find who i am
out of all the illusions of this world
Envelop me with your every intention
Engulf me with your desire without hesitation
Let us enshroud ourselves into shadowy places
Where there is darkness that is fit only for the two of us
Where there won’t be any distractions
No eyes to judge our actions
It will only be the two us…
Hidden underneath all light
Imperturbable by all oppositions
A freedom for all our expression
Yearnings of love and affection
Explore places of wonder
That can only be reached by mere fingertips
Hands that can mold, can also caress
Within darkness is where it is fit
To come and leave as we please
Only such collision made by our intention,
A motive called liaison
I am not into small talks
There is no depth and meaning
I prefer the quite walks
Speak only with our feelings
Rain down on me
Be so strong to wash down
All the feelings of loneliness
That I’m feeling inside
I am just a mere human
To shed tears is in my nature
So as the rain
That raindrops are like teardrops
Resembling the sadness that I feel
The heaviness we cannot contain
Flowing out more like a fountain
Wash down all my tears
And let it not seem
Like tears at all
For I don’t want my hopes
To be led to its downfall.
