Dandelion

I remember what you said, not

But the tone, and the breath behind it

Not sure if it was tailor made, just so you could run away

You were swift, you think

Convenience, hit and run



Moonlit me



Guess I lost it all to myself

home run; a grand slam


cause I know well, we lose each other

and died on the couch after we stabbed ourselves,

after the long, sweet smooch

of sweethearts




that,

I knew

was the last time that I'll ever get to see you

Percy Anderson

The only reason I cried was probably because I found out that it was all real.



A mere projection of the pure and most innate. It travelled through space, greeted strangers, possibly friends.



And when you sang with the only way that I could recognized, it feels like the sky is falling down.
Tumbling, like rocks on my body.



Because it is a story about us. Apologies, lines and frequencies, regurgitated.
We printed pages, so we shall not be too hard on us. On ourselves.



You teared, I was going to wipe them away.








so maybe next time you won't leave

a pinch of salt

I cannot encrypt

thoughts behind the laughter

when you stringed a smile

your eyes, tense

I was never designed to be there for you

to share your pain

we were grouped for we know gluttony

I am, thus, a floating carcass on the surface of superficiality


Apologies flicked our shoulders

our eyes couldn't meet

if this is all I am(you are) to be defined

I shall again burst into a thousand pieces

throw a prejudice and nobody shall struggle

your judgement will be always precise

your wishful analysis, please


We deserve more of the sun

so that you can be shaded

so that I can be nurtured

I wonder, if that day will come

when the moon will sink and forever

hide her appearance

our weight shall be freed