The Question

Here I sit staring at the clear orange red sky,
With the wind blowing sideways at my face,
And watching the birds flying together with grace,
Asking myself questions like how, what & why.

How I feel about you I do not know,
Whenever you appear I was not love struck,
But in my heart sometimes it can get stuck…
Stuck on your ever sweet eyes & smile.

What I couldn’t even do is unforgivable,
Especially when you cried on that table,
I could have at least offered you my shoulder,
But I stood there watching you getting colder,

Why do I often screw up chances unintentionally?
It’s like there’s a curse creeping around me,
But no matter what…I will not stay down quietly,
Because I will always be better than yesterday’s me.

But the most important question to me now is...
Would you like to grow old together with me?

Because I know I will stay up late with you...
So that we can watch the stars together,
I know I will watch the fireworks with you...
On our rooftop or somewhere like Paris together.
These moments that are to come…I will remember.

I will carry you to bed if you went 'cuckoo',
I will hand the remote control over to you,
I will get up early to bring our kids to school,
I will go through a shopping spree with you,
I will take a bullet for you even if I had to...

Damn, I'm in love with you ><

The Dream

It is often said that dreams bring deja vu,
A hidden message or a flashback of a cruel past,
 Dreams like these always make me feel undone,

Leaving my spirit to rust.

There she was with her attractive eyes laughing so happily, 
But when I walked towards you they disappeared with haste,
I tried to reach you but your distance just outrun my pace,
That lonesome feeling came within me again...intentionally.

Suddenly I was in a computer room with her alone,
Happy go lucky you were but deep inside...nothing was okay,
And like a parent I knew you were troubled & coned,
That burden feeling from her...I know I can take it all away.

Then after that she appeared in front of me again,
Sitting in front of me & somehow you did not look vain,
Decades of silence you decided to say something now...why?
That guilt feeling of yours...should I heal it or let it die?

Years later I dreamed that I met her in person,
After we met inside me there were some regrets,
I don't know why but for reason,
I just simply cannot tell her...the secret.

Though they may be just dreams,
Sooner or later they will awake,
And the more I dream about the first one,
The more I find myself one step closer to the edge,
Making me about to...break.