Count the zillion of stars in the sky,
But it wouldn't be as much.
Or how about the raindrops that fall from the sky?
Still, it wouldn't portray as much.
Even each of the particle of sands by the beach
Wouldn't be enough to explain how much,
That I miss you.
I miss you more than that.
More than words can ever say.
Sunday, April 29, 2012
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
a heartbeat.
ocean breeze tingles beneath my ears,
brings chills at the back of my neck.
my heart says yes,
my mind says no.
i'm too scared to do anything.
be careful what you wish for ; they say.
so i'll just let it pass,
for now.
brings chills at the back of my neck.
my heart says yes,
my mind says no.
i'm too scared to do anything.
be careful what you wish for ; they say.
so i'll just let it pass,
for now.
Sunday, April 15, 2012
colours.
We paint too much a memory,
The colours so deep,
It were meant to last.
Blazing red,
You could feel the fire.
White as snow,
The purity that's felt.
As black as coal,
The darkness that's kempt.
Crystal clear as the water,
You could nearly feel it running.
The paint we used,
It was waterproof.
Forever, it stayed,
Lasts for a lifetime.
The colours so deep,
It were meant to last.
Blazing red,
You could feel the fire.
White as snow,
The purity that's felt.
As black as coal,
The darkness that's kempt.
Crystal clear as the water,
You could nearly feel it running.
The paint we used,
It was waterproof.
Forever, it stayed,
Lasts for a lifetime.
Saturday, April 14, 2012
The Walk at the Prairie.
As we walk down the prairie,
Its yellowish green grass, a spark of serenity.
The crisp of the summer's breeze,
Caught us; we got lost in the moment.
The cows; its tails swaying.
The birds; arise above the meadows, the brownish hills.
A land that we are yet to venture,
These paths that lead to nowhere,
A step that was never there.
It left us behind.
Its yellowish green grass, a spark of serenity.
The crisp of the summer's breeze,
Caught us; we got lost in the moment.
The cows; its tails swaying.
The birds; arise above the meadows, the brownish hills.
A land that we are yet to venture,
These paths that lead to nowhere,
A step that was never there.
It left us behind.
Saturday, April 7, 2012
that sun
Learn that the bright sun will keep on shining,
Though sometimes it just projects a faint light,
Beneath a tiny crack of the door.
Learn that that spark of sun,
Will light up their worlds,
In every nook and corner.
Though you can't help but feel the warmth at times,
Remember that it doesn't only shine at you,
But also everything else in this world.
Though sometimes it just projects a faint light,
Beneath a tiny crack of the door.
Learn that that spark of sun,
Will light up their worlds,
In every nook and corner.
Though you can't help but feel the warmth at times,
Remember that it doesn't only shine at you,
But also everything else in this world.
Friday, April 6, 2012
that nature
It's ok if the snow's white,
And if the grass is green.
It's ok if the ocean's blue,
And if the sun is yellow.
'Cause that's how the course of nature works.
You can't change what already is.
Let it be how it were meant to be.
And if the grass is green.
It's ok if the ocean's blue,
And if the sun is yellow.
'Cause that's how the course of nature works.
You can't change what already is.
Let it be how it were meant to be.
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
the shine
Light off the stars,
If the shine's quite too bright.
Colour 'em white,
If the rainbow's too much a colour.
Scoop some pails away,
If the sea seems too deep.
And just let the rain fall,
If it'll water the debris away.
If the shine's quite too bright.
Colour 'em white,
If the rainbow's too much a colour.
Scoop some pails away,
If the sea seems too deep.
And just let the rain fall,
If it'll water the debris away.
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