Below the stars

‎Sitting below the stars 

Trading thoughts 

Of past, present and future, 

Exchanging fondness,

Of what is wrong and what 

Is right. 

Sitting below the stars,

Are just you and me

Embedded in love

And desire

Of knowing each other better. 

Sitting below the stars

Are just another step

Of good expectation 

And hope., constructing 

Layers of foundation.

Memories draw us back together

The night's getting darker 

And the wind is getting colder 

I lie back and express my thoughts

Through the net of words

And suddenly, 

You came by,

Joining the the thoughts on the net

Draws back memories,

Of hope and dream and expectations 

That once shattered down to pieces. 

And now I'm trapped. 

I miss you. 

Cheap Glass Frame

‎As I walk into the room

Carrying meaningless thoughts and purpose,

I sat my eyes,

On a thing that used to be,

The reason for me to be who I am.

Dusty cheap glass frame I-,

Was brought back by memories

Of me and you. 

Smiling to the past, I,

Cleared the dust on the glass,

With my bare hands,

And let the memories

Rush back through my brain.