MY LIFE PARTNER

It feels like I’m swimming,

Swimming in an ocean of love

Where no one can warn me when I’m going past the red line,

Where no one can save me when I’m drowning,

Where no one can bring me back ashore and say “breathe in”.

But I won’t panic, because I have a lifejacket…

… One that would save me from drowning,

One that would carry me ashore even with a storm ahead

And one that would keep me safe

Inside of it when I need to be protected.

There… that lifejacket is you.

And I’m swimming in your heart where love flows like the ocean.

It’s you, baby… it’s you.

BREAKING HEARTS... MENDING LIVES

If all lovers were waiters,

I’m sure the number of hearts they’ll break will be like bottles…

If all lovers were gardeners,

They’d always gather hearts like shattered pieces of broken pots and vases…

If all lovers were babies,

Every breakable valuable would be bought over and over again…

If all lovers were surgeons,

I bet they’d mend lives like fixing bodies into place…

If all lovers had hearts that really cared,

There’d be no reason for making up for mistakes or mending broken hearts,

But there seem to be a tag on every lover’s shirt that says “move on” and so they move on to always mend someone else’s broken pieces, because as they move, other lovers come to mend what they left behind.

This certainly is a love chain of breaking hearts, moving on and mending lives, but if we sure have to mend lives, let’s not break hearts. 

BLAME GAME

We’re at it again…

… It’s just started to come to an end.

Why do we always have fights

When we don’t even know why we’re fighting.

He doesn’t want to take blames,

Neither do I.

We just sit, staring at each other

Because the more we talk, the more we yell at each other and create more fights.

This is all we do now; sit and stare.

No one wants to own up and end it all,

But it has never been like this.

It just started with an argument

And now we can sit for weeks or months without eye contacts.

I never wanted it to come to this,

But no one wants to take responsibility for whatever happens.

I’m sorry.

PRICKED...

I’m nursing my pains; I’ve been tossed here and there, just trying to find something perfect to share my emotions with. I know there’s no word like perfect in life and love, but I just want to share my feelings with someone who understands me better. It’s not too much to ask for, is it? I’m only an emotional piece of innocence wanting to show prove of how I feel with the one who feels the same way.

I just started to heal, so gradually that I never felt wounded. Finding a matching piece to complete the puzzle was my greatest heartache and now it just appeared like I never lost any.

Though I had been pricked, I just can’t find any scar to show for it…I’ve healed so fast that no traces could ever be found. It wasn’t a dream neither was it an illusion. Could it be hallucination?

Perhaps, it’s coincidence. A coincidence that I’ve been pricked again, but by the one whom I can share my emotions with. One who understands the true meaning of sharing.

Would I have ever been healed without you? Would I have ever been able to find that piece if you never came along? There are so many questions, but few answers. I just thank you for pricking me, the right way.

NOTHING COMPARES TO YOU

I sat as far as a mile

Trying to picture the nile

Just so I could paint a picture

As clear and beautiful as nature

Nothing was so lovely

When I saw you draw closer

You’re the best thing

I’d love to draw.

The sight of you sends

Thousand sparks down my spine

And ten thousand blushes all over my face.

What a sight to behold…

…you’re just incomparable to none.