one day my heart fell
across the ocean
then it washed away
and became one with the sea
while the birds flew
and joined each other in harmony
my mind got lost there
like the clouds underneath
the ribbons of my feet
they just disappeared
i can't seem to find it
but at least i'm still here.

we tend to lose control
of what was once lost
rekindling the passion
that was never caught
we end up getting drawn in
that we forget
what we once were
every part and every
trace we leave behind
ends up becoming nonexistent
and floating off with the
flowers in the sea.

Once there was a tale, told by a pink
sweater.
The one you left in my car on our first date.
The one you wore when our lips combined for the first time and i took it off your body.
The one that scented with your perfume, my favourite scent.
The one you wore when you fell asleep while watching movies in my apartment, and you snored softly and i thought it was the most angelic sound i’ve ever heard.
The sweater told me all the stories when i was with you.
Was, not am.
Because now i’m here, but there’s no you around.
I live my days backward.

To you who don’t even notice,
Listen to me just this time. I have some words to you who sit in the corner without noticing me looking at you. Distance is my best friend, because it’s the safest spot to see your smile. But, also it could be my enemy, because distance prevents me from hearing your laugh.  To you, who (i hope) notice, please return my smile when we’re passing by. The simplest smile you give, the faster my heart beats.