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.

THE CRUSH

Oh gosh!

He’s here again…

…I can’t tell him how I feel about him

Neither can I let him know how it feels like

To have goosebumps and butterflies for someone you barely know.

I can only sit, watch and hope he approaches me,

There, we could start to be friends and my confidence would rise.

I have a crush for him,

Don’t know how and don’t ask me why.

I just feel my heart beat faster whenever he’s around.

Maybe it wouldn’t even last for long,

But I just want a way to let him know

How I feel about him.

I know it’s just a crush,

But hey, I’m careful not to spill it out to him.

TEARDROPS...

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She’s overwhelmed

She just can’t find anyone to fill his vacuum,

That’s exactly how it has been.

He left without a trace, no sign and nothing left behind to prove his existence.

Just a click

And everything turned from reality to an illusion.

She sits by herself all day

And never even laughs at the things she used to take delight in seeing.

She has teardrops running down her cheeks

And repeatedly you’d hear sorry tunes from her lips.

She’s just been left lonely

And can’t believe her happiest moments left with him.

All she does now is cry to herself

And with her cheeks all soaked up with her teardrops.