Her mind is somewhat corrupted,
Maybe in need of desperate care,
When you see her staring into thin air,
She does not want to be interrupted
Especially when she’s thinking about you
Images of you,
Resurfaces in her mind
It’s like a machine,
Going back into time
Immediately her face lights up with a smile,
It makes her happy, even if it’s just for awhile
In her mind she imagines things
So ******, her heart, it rings
It’s like being stroked by you in the right places
So sensual, her bad mood it erases
She’s now as radiant as the sun
And in a split second, she’s likely to ***
If this imagination,
What if it was real?
Gratification,
Her heart, you would feel,
Racing like horses,
Through thousands of fields
Deep long sighs, it would make you yearn
Her body is Dorado,
Which you have to earn
You guys are not together
But I know that in stormy weather,
She can look to you to make it better,
Even think about you too,
When she’s lonely, sad and blue
Yes, she knows she can always count on you
And at the end she’d satisfied,
Knowing that it was worth the while
Hand in hand
Smile on both faces
Knowing that, that moment was amazing,
Until she suddenly hears her name
“Stop day dreaming!”
Someone would say.

At every word they utter,
every time you suffer.
Everything they do,
you crush it under your shoe.
Accuses made,  
the price you pay.
Every time you you fall,
and hurt 'cause of them all.
Every time you've been set up ,
no matter what, you get up.
No matter how you try,
they always make you cry.
You write and store the up,
tie them up,
push it in,
cork it up.
But one day,
the cover wont fit,
and you're gonna
burst . . .

I’ve never really thought about what that “special day” really meant,
Never really thought of how it would feel,
To bed red with “love”,
Even love-making would be red.
All I ever really did was
Spin up images of the day, in the desert of my mind,
So inexperienced and innocent,
In need of some sort of fluid
To water its parched fields.
Lovers exchanging boxes of chocolate
Roses dug up from fresh earth,
Sent off in packages
Even little boys sent notes to their admirers
In third grade.
Old couples reminisce about how they met
Teenage Juliets sneak out when the moon’s at its peak,
To meet their Romeos
And watch clichéd movies,
About this “special day”
And end the night
In bed together
sharing chocolates.
Juliet’s heart’s racing ‘cause he said “I love you”.
How foolish..
You just met him two days ago,
He just wants a piece of you cake
If not, all...
Never really gotten the gist of this “Valentine’s Day”
Why show love one day, in a year of 365 days?
What’s so special about the 14th of February?
Why not treat him or her special 365 days?
Or
Why not treat him or her like crap 365 days?
Makes sense doesn’t it?

Your touch,
Your kiss
So much
I miss.

My fuel,
Such bliss
Your rule
I miss.

You’re like the exhibitions,
At a show
“Look but don’t touch”..
Even if I reached out my hands..
I would not be able to feel,
To grasp
To hold
To keep
And why ?
I miss you
But I won’t say a thing.
But why ?

Tears filled my eyes as I reminisced on my dream,
I dreamt about you being with someone, other than me.
That was when I realized ..
I was afraid of losing you.
You said you were willing to make us last,
You said you were willing, to forget my past.
But what if ?
What if you look upon someone prettier than I
What if she too, has a “Million dollar smile” ?
What if her hands and legs aren’t scarred?
What if she doesn’t have a broken heart ?
What if she has beautiful legs and ******* ?
What if she’s not a big mess ?
What if she doesn’t look to a blade,
To wipe all her pains away ?
What if her mood doesn’t change ?
What if she has the most beautiful face ?
Flowing hair, a lovely shape ,a  big bottom
And a lovely embrace ?
What if she can give you all that you want
And not necessarily need ?
Just what if ?
Baby boy, I’m afraid of losing you.

There are many things that I’m afraid of
But I’m not afraid of you. .
There are many things I hide away from,
But I’ll never hide from you.
I’m afraid of war, fighting and killings,
And I believe all this should cease,
Because, I’m a child, and there’s nothing better than having peace.
I’m afraid of myself
Because truly,
I inadvertently wreck myself.
I’m afraid of taking pills,
Because they don’t make me better, they make me ill.
I’m afraid of staring at my reflection,
For over 5 seconds, because I’m afraid of what I see
I’m afraid that I’ll start crying,
I’m afraid I’ll lose myself.
I’m embrace dying just as how a child embraces her doll,
But I’m sure when it comes my way,
I’ll run far as I can-
Away to the sun.
I get scared sometimes, when I get too lonely,
And I’m afraid when a teacher roughly scolds me.
But, darling, I can tell you one thing,
The thing I’m scared of most
Is  
                                              

                ­                                                                 Losing you.