dreams

dreams, they say,
are reflections of the day,
and i dreamt of you only yesterday,
and if today i want to see that dream again,
it is little wonder, what i only have to do.
i like you in them.
i like you in all of them.
it leaves me smiling in the morning,
the rest of the day becomes reassuring.

But dreams, they say,
ultimately comes to an end,
like yesterday was heaven,
we were riding on rainbows,
and dancing on the clouds,
only to have to say goodbye,
to the dreams of just yesterday.

~22:09 30.1.2015~

run run run

i ran and ran, m gonna reach the end,
tripping over so many a thing,
the careless me, but i keep going,
it doesn't really matter,
as long as i reach the end.
panting hard, my breaths are shorter,
i stumble a lot and i hear laughter,
but damn them people,
why do i even bother?!
and when i see the end of it,
my run was so much worth,
the smiling me, so content!
Exactly how i see myself to be,
And so it is time now I start my run! :D

jajaja

those eyes that speak the unspoken truth,
those lips that curl in a nasty twist,
i see this soul has secrets dark,
and it yearns to unveil what's hidden deep,
the pain, the sorrow that's burdened him,
i try a whisper to soothe him now,
a gentle touch here, and a gentle stroke there,
those eyes now twinkle or i think,
and i wonder if it's of hope.
come out now, those secrets vile,
tell me love, they won't burden your soul,
i can promise you, the truth can't be so bad.
another twist he makes of his lips,
unsure if his secrets need out,
unsure if he can trust me or not,
unsure if there is a secret at all,
i smile knowing how hard i try,
what am i to get out of this pry,
those eyes are just the pretty dark,
and the lips just a pretty curl.

Tell me

Tell me what  you call these?
Days i spend drooling over his,
Tell me what you name it?
The crazy days i go insane,
Tell me how to say things,
Those things that can start a fire,
Tell me if what i am doing,
is not so bad, that i am living.

If i tell you that m dying,
a little everyday,
If i tell you m done trying,
my best to find my way,
if i tell you of those dark moments,
that steal my happiness away,
if i tell the simple truth,
now would you run away?

~bitter cold~
i feel the cold so bitter,
it cuts like knives in places i bared,
so much it had to give,
as much as i didnt want to receive.
it steals each breath i long to keep,
a thief so bold that digs deep,
and i am at loss,
of all my heat.
darling cold, please let me be,
i have a zillion things i see,
that i could do if you aint here,
with the heat you wont rob of me,
i see myself be the young,
jumping up and dancing too,
wearing nothing much at all,
just my skin, i am not ashamed to show.
may be you like the warmth i have,
too much now to let me go,
may be you want to be called warmth,
instead of the bitter cold.
well, if this is true,
and so are you,
i can offer you my warmth,
and you need not steal,
but darling cold, please make sure,
not to cut me,
in places i bared for you.

Blue!
and suddenly i decide,
blue, blue and blue!
excitement bubbles up inside,
yet i had to contain it within.
as the right time came,
i couldn't find no blue,
red will have to suffice,
sadly, the red was no red,
dissatisfied i went with blonde,
and oh my, what have i done?
from wanting blue to going on red,
i'm now the copper pale,
with patches of yellow,
black and red.
must i try on blue again?
patience running out on me,
and i can't just let this be,
i want blue, blue and blue!,
but i haven't a single clue,
if going on blue will ever come true.