Oh, you and I, let's try to stand
To leave this rough and crazy land
Let's make the move and escape from strand
Come take my hand, come take my hand

Our life could be so dull and bland
Things could be hard and not that grand
Our love taught us to understand
Just take my hand, just take my hand.

Oh, sorry, my man
You're teasing me again
But I won't be affected
I won't change how I feel
Always and forever
It's the same heartbeat

~~¤~~
It's not easy to accept that some things really wouldn't last
Even the people you want to keep are just like those butterflies
Once they get out of their cocoon, they would seek for their own lives
But what is painful when you realized that they have found another heart

I am not greedy, not that selfish but it really really hurts
Knowing that someone you love the most won't be with you until the last
Why this world has to make you feel that you are alone from the start
There'll be borrowed moments, borrowed joys, but you can never borrow a heart

"If they will come to get you here, will you really go with them?"
"I won't," he said. "You know that I love you, you know me well.
But maybe when I grow old, I can go and live with them"
That made my tears roll down my face, my broken heart, I cannot tell

I thought I have him here with me and will be mine until the peak
I thought someone will care about me as my own blood when I am sick
I thought he's not temporary, that he is mine, though I don't speak
Oh, why I have to over-think about these things that make me weak?

~~¤~~

Lover of yesterday
You rise and shine
Fragmented into pieces
Yet coated with art

Colored teardrops
Harmonic cries
Tessellated walls
Of your broken heart

God is a great teacher and we are His students
He prepares examinations for us
Which He knows according to the level of our strengths
He even knows we will pass His tests

That girl is always waiting
To read words from you
To see your heart and spirit
Yes, she's your number one supporter
That girl is your number one fan
Forever
That girl will always be
Your baby girl

She's the artist of love
She creates every piece of art
By getting a tiny piece of her heart
Every song are words
That echoes from her spirit
Every stroke of brush
Contains a song from within
Every poem she writes
Has the color of her paint
Every story she tells
Has the verse of her soul
She's an artist in love

A sweet music plays, then you hold my hand
Take me to dance in the middle of the night
Eye to eye, your hands on my hips
I don't want to take you out of my sight

My teardrops flow, sweetest of all
You press your lips against mine
This is the happiest moment of my life
Tasting your lips as sweet as wine

But why it's turning dark, just like before?
I feel so weak and afraid again
For in this dark room I cannot see
My shadow that comforts me when I'm in pain...

~~¤~~

Christmas had passed
New Year is coming
And I haven't wrap a gift for you

Yet I see it here
Shining like the sun
Something that won't make you blue

I've kept it for so long
To give you as present
Though I can't send it right

Still, I have this hope
That you will hold it well
When the time is right

I wish you will take care
You won't let it cold
It will stay so warm

Or maybe hot enough
Through the test of times
Away from all the harms

Yes, I have a gift for you
A very special gift
I want you to receive

This is only for you
My life, my everything
My all I want to give

~~¤~~

~~¤~~
Thank you for the great room this place has provided me
I was just like a little kid writer who wants to be free
In this house everyone has a special place to dance
Where one can sing and paint all words anytime, not just once


Thank you for the time spent reading all my words
For listening to my songs and understanding all the chords
My poems are just the scribbles coming from heart and soul
But I do wish a word can heal, one of my greatest goals


Thank you for the ray of light each of us have made
We are like a family, our sunshine never fades
Keep up all the good works, keep shining in this world
Each of us is a treasure, more precious than a gold

This is our house, my sisters, my brothers hear my call
Let us keep the peace and love by understanding all
We should not condemn or judge whatever word we say
Provided that we're not casting stones in all the ways

Hear the song  a singer sings to express all his love and care
Read the lines a poet has made like his heart and mind he shares
Look at the photographs when someone shows with joy
Could you ignore them and see them like your oldest toy?

A piece of art is still an art, either happy or sad
Why one would look at other's work as something that is bad?
Unless the post is like a gun pointed on your head
I know we have our eyes to see the real dark or red


This is our house, dear housemates, this is  our home
We live by our thoughts, our life is there in our poems
This is our place together, we should walk hand-in-hand
Speak our minds and listen, together we will stand!

~~¤~~

~~<3~~

I am the sunshine
the ray of your first light
that kisses your cheek
and gives you warmth in these cold days

I can enter even at your sealed room
can pass through your closed windows
to watch you there in peace
while holding the glass bird in your hand

I give you the torch,
the lamp that you need when the room goes dark
and the flame when something needs to be held
like holding a glass of  rain and a bottle of wind

You tell me that stars are not far
while oceans are just few steps ahead
That my warmth gives you that strength
to build the ladders and bridges we need

Yes, I am your light
and I will share my glow with you
Until the last beam that I have
Because being your light gives me life

For you are the ember
that ignites my light to spark
For you are who  I am
And together we will share this light.

~~<3~~

She is the stained girl,  a diffident dreamer
Who looks for the sun and the rain together
Her  panache is to craft blissful memories
Festooned with vivid thoughts, her accessories

She is the stained girl,  a feeble believer
Who relies on a happy ever after
Yet scared to be seen from her cheerful facade,
Something that would charge her of being a fraud

She saunters in the midst of the piqued storms
Resounding the hues of the jaundiced norms
Like a bird highlighted with vibrant plumes
To fly around the walls of perplexing rooms

She wears the best maquillage, old and new
To make everyone away from being blue
She offers her hair, those gilded strands
Yet they exploit her gift with their vicious hands

She is the stained girl who seeks for uprightness
Yet pain has shaped her with creased faithfulness
In front of a looking glass, there I see
That magnificent, stained girl looks like me.