Before I go to sleep.

‎Every thoughts uttered, 

Had made me wonder,

About me, 

About you, 

And everything- 

In between. 

How- 

Might you picture me,

In your reel of thoughts?

How-

Should I illustrate you, 

In my realm of fantasy? 

You, and I, 

Are pretty much the same.

Lesson

‎They said life is a journey,

Filled with steps that should be taken,

With caution, and care. 

Frequently, I, 

Failed to learn from bits of life,  

And took the same step,

Resulting the same mistake, 

Over and over again. 

How reckless I am, I thought.

"You never learn, do you?"

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Priceless

‎Honestly, I was- 

Meddled with your words and thoughts,

And those, are such nice things to say. 

Nice words are not expensive, isn't?  

But you made it, priceless and

Valuable. 

Nobody had told me such a nice thing. 

Therefore, now I'm writing you this piece 

As something that I would embed in You and me. 

Priceless.  

Happy birthday. 

Tough ride

‎I did not realize 

How hard it is

Too keep myself

In momentum 

To love someone 

Thoroughly. 

Sweet, wonderful

Things are expected,

But at the other side

It's all full of shit. 

No, my friend, 

I won't regret this. 

Yes, my friend, 

I will work this out. 

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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.