Saturday, 29 April 2017

The heart.

Find yourself first.
You are stardust.
Don't let your heart rust.
You give away
Piece by piece
How much more love
can your heart squeeze?
From between those lips
Love turned into a kiss
But from underneath that skin
It pokes like a pin
Reminding you of that sin.

All I see is that smile
That only lasted a while
Because she was around
And you frowned.

The angels in you
ask for more.
For just some more
smiles to pour.
She can cry you a river
Another can bring you a fever.

Hold on to your heart
I will appreciate this part.
It holds every breath you take
And also the smiles you fake.

Breathe.
Drop the weight.
Unleash those wings.
Take off and never turn back.

-For a Friend.

Thursday, 27 April 2017

He loved Blue.

Blue he loved.

But only if it was in its perfect form.
I guess he loves the day 'cos there is more blue  than at night.

But I am the night.

How do I make him love me?
All I can do is bathe him in blue ink and spill him on paper.
Will he love me then?
Maybe I should introduce him to the night where the sky bleeds a tint of blue too.
How will he love me?
Let me take him to the ocean but be careful to see that the sky is still blue too.
But,
What if the sky is Orange?
What if my ink is Black?
What if the night is darkest?
Will he love me still?