You are a thief,
Cause of mischief,
All the eyes you've stolen,
and the souls you've frozen,
are proofs that your talents are golden,
A chest within my chest,
Where my heart are kept safe,
To ensure my soul stay in place,
Yet to the cove of your mercy is where it had laved,
For the sake of repentance or sympathy,
You returned it to me,
Too used to muse on your fantasy,
To you,it longs to be,
Silently,the truth had I veiled,
Though now your songs are my holy grail.

Ocean eyes of yours,
Caught me captive,
Through a curious force,
Led me indecisive,
A desire to unfold the secrets ,
And to discover the beauty that might lie,
I am desperate,
My soul would cry,
For it wishes to merge with yours,
It yearn for us to align,
Your flare my euphoric dose,
Let me leave my blue memories behind,
So I beg you to join my course,
Take this covenant and be mine...

Poems are more than just rhymes,
It's about shards of your soul that you hid beneath what you wrote,
How hard you've fought,
Againts the Devil within your mind, because the thought of sharing a piece of yourself with others are not seen eye to eye ,
between you and the fiery beast that haunts your life.
They said that their hearts relate,
Do they meant what they said?
Were their hearts torched by the same flame that was raging within yours?
Were their backs burdened by the same load the heavens had placed on yours?
From where we are standing,It's easy to admit that the stars are all the same,
Up close,we can see the slightest difference within their flare.