And in this summer heat,
I'm frozen like snow.
as soon as I fell like fall,
like spring, you had to go.

I wake up at daybreak,
but you were like the moon.
I tried to catch you like falling stars,
but night time left so soon.

In the waters, I'm a natural,
I can swim so I can't drown.
But you were my breath,
and I sunk without a sound.

Whenever you come around,
I know I'll never be spared.
You are my natural disaster,
and I'll always be unprepared.

The last thing i remembered
Was falling asleep on you.
It started with us talking in bed,
You were still in your white cap and i was still in my shoes.
And vaguely but imprinted in my mind,
i recall you taking off your pullover,
Putting on a plain shirt,
My eyes, i tried to cover.
But to see your arms, your neck
Sculpted with veins,
I know you're ontological,
Despite your occasional back pains.
Then you slipped under the sheets next to me, stared into my eyes and said:
"To see you last before i close my eyes,
to see you first before the sunrise,
To hold you in my arms this way,
Tell me, is it with me will you stay?"
I moved my head onto his chest
Your breathing was steady, but loud and bold.
And on your heart, my hand did rest,
My breathing, did i surprisingly hold.
"With you, I'll be, forever and always,
To sleep to your voice like a lullaby,
To wake up to it like an alarm on days,
To be your warm hellos and good goodbyes."
I feel your chin nod against my head,
Your exhale makes a few hair strands fly.
Before we knew it, we fell asleep to each other,
And we didn't even have to try.

He was sleeping so soundly,
I couldn't help but stare
At his figure lying on the bed,
No barriers surround him there.
I leaned in closer for a look,
His hands resting near his face.
The feeling of my arms around him,
The feeling of his strong embrace.
I yearned to relive that moment,
But this time he's asleep.
All memories of him conscious and not,
All these I want keep.
So I stared too long at his lips,
I stared too long at his cheeks.
And when i got to his eyes,
He was staring back at me.

"I think it is entirely possible to find solace and joy in the smallest of things," she says.
He narrows his already-****** eyes at her out of curiosity."What makes you say so?"
She takes a deep breath and he lies his head on her lap, both knowing that this would be another long conversation, no, a retelling of the story of how she fell in love with him.
"Just to see you wake up, you're alive. How your eyes smile, conveying more emotions than your mouth. Your hands, I know they talk comfort when you grasp mine. Don't even get me started on your talents, they're what make you you. And your heart, in its simplest form, is pure with sincerity when you do what you love." She stops there and he looks up to her, waiting for more. But she knows she can't blurt it all at one go. It would be too much for her to say, and too much for him to comprehend.
"So is that our story?" He continues to stare up at her. She could sense a hint of discontent. It was equal to reading a book that's unfinished, that nervous anticipation for the author to release the sequel.
But instead of feeling guilty for making him feel that way, she laughed and tugged at his hair. "Why would you want me to tell you the ending? We're still a story incomplete, even if we're complete with just each other. And I don't think we'll ever have an ending."

it's better when the lights are off,
you shine brighter like the stars.
i feel you nearer, i see you clearer,
when we close our eyes in the dark.
to breathe in the scent of you and the countryside,
to leave our fears in the metropolis and city lights,
makes me love you and nature in its simplest form,
from it you came, that i could have sworn.

"Everything you think of
Will become all of me
Look at me and be my lady
You’re my twenties
As more time passes, when I grow up
I’ll understand you more
My love my love my love, my dear,
Don’t you dare let loose of my hands"

To have you here right by my side,
To be with you both day and night,
To watch you in your highs and lows,
To keep you steady at your toes,
To support you even when you're wrong,
To put you to sleep with a song,
To complement you when you're right,
To be your morning light,
To see you when I open my eyes in reality,
To tell you what I honestly feel,
To see you when I close my eyes in dreams,
To show you we are more than real.

"Shh," she hushes me.

I watch her close her mouth, then her eyes. But her very soul, she exposed to everyone, to me, in the auditorium. The music begins, and I literally see the intro of the song sink into her skin. I notice her shiver; not that i didn't want to put my arm around her to warm her up because it wasn't the temperature of the room. It was the music. She was feeling it. She is it. Her breathing to the piano's notes, her heart beat rhythmic to the dancing fingers on the keys: I can see it all. Her shoulders rising and falling--

"Oh," she softly speaks, pulling me out of my melodic reverie. "Did i just-- A tear, how silly of me to cry."

But before she could wipe her cheek, I took her hand in mine and kissed the tear away. She had this confused look, but it soon melted as I neared her.

She was not only music, she was a symphony. And every fiber of me was in tune with her, and there wasn't anything else in the room which I payed attention to.

my eyes are like a camera,
clicking away at the view.
my heart is like a locket,
keeping a picture of me and you.

we don't need a filter,
to maintain model shots.
it's best when it's stolen,
like it is with our hearts.

the process will be long,
but we know it's worth the wait.
for the best pictures are the memories,
which we patiently create.

"I know i’m still a child now
I can’t catch up to you yet
Only a little while more"

but i can promise you
my love for you is sure,
even with a mind still young
my heart's intentions are pure.
to run into your arms,
for you to kiss my tears away,
to look out for each other:
that moment, for it, i pray

"will i be able to hold your hands someday,
wishing they would never let go?"

and the hours would feel complete
when that day at last arrives,
24/7 my hand's in yours,
the moment day fades into night.
touching fingers, grazing skin,
our life's a polaroid-- white and black,
once our images, hearts and hands are captured,
we can never go back.

**** me, heal me, with your love,
until my heart's confused
and my head is beating,
my lips won't speak,
but our eyes are meeting.
break me, hold me, in your arms,
if that will make you well,
then take me like a pill.
until we stop this lovesickness,
but to stop-- we never will.