Little Things
A smile , a flower made of paper and a ring
It's same for you what you say and what you think,
Your coat hung on the empty chair as I walked in that place
or how your forehead creased when you saw sick,
A little note on the bedside and a sweet surprise at 2 in the morning
When I fail at the test of life, you're little frown you know I'll give you a warning,
A heat rushing my cheek when I found you beside the mess
I say am stressed the look on your face say you're obsessed
A little rub on the back of my hand light as a feather
I am feeling cold then I felt myself covered up in your cozy sweater
The empty Pain of love
There are too many thoughts
Too many dreams
Too many skies , which one to breath
Too much of hate , too much to loose
No one hold , what should I choose
But I would find a piece , I would walk on stones ,
I would make believe , just to crush the force
Had a broken scent , it’s been my thousand attempt
Still can’t choose , still ready to run than too loose, what’s not mine
Why would I ever want to feel the love inside
There’s a saying they say , but what it has to do with us
We’ll still be sleeping , while the problems hugging us
We wouldn’t mind we think about letting it go
Contrast to what we keep of , comes back to us in a roll
But I would find peace , I would walk on stones ,
I would make believe , just to crush the force
Had a broken scent , it’s been my thousand attempt
Still can’t choose , still ready to run than too loose what’s not mine
How would I ever want to feel the love inside
A message from loved one
If someday I die before time and you find my old notebook
Please don't open it and read my naked thoughts
want for you to just stay happy at all costs,
When I will not be there in the little pieces of life with you
I still share a moment with you
whenever you remember in a second or two,
And I know that life has it's own way to show the ups and downs
But I would want you to be strong in every situation
smiling even with a frown.
Picking The Present
Two rules which apply to everyone who's been alive
no matter what happens, they'll dwell on road with empty sides,
The moments which are precious will be carved on the time they'd lived through
And just the bite in hand present will not live long for us to choose.
I will try to be more happy and wise and young while it lasts
But a part of me will worry for the future and dwell on the things of past,
And it's not that I don't enjoy the moments of a perfect puzzle fit
But I have become indifferent of this very present gift.
And how could one choose the present if they don't know what it's worth
People are so casual about the the life they've got on the Earth,
But I won't be a part of crisis, though I might thoroughly enjoy the ride
So I choose the present, for I don't have nothing to hide
A moment of cue
When the silence is so loud
my heart beats like a drum,
once or twice so it happened
in a moment of truth I feel both old and young,
While the eyes are resting
slowly a tender wind comes tickles the skin,
The light from the door ajar
letting my inner demons win,
When I feel captivated by my own actions
as if I were to bounded by the script,
A moment of cue, where the light flickers
sun came up, and the coziness hits.