a love letter

to the one who knows...

i want to hold your hand but just can’t.
i want to hold you and feel your arms around me.
i long to kiss you anytime i want,
and touch your face to show my affection;
watch the sunrise and sunset, probably walk in the rain
as trees grow old with me and you.
to lean on your shoulder and listen to your heartbeat,
to love you and let you love me back.
i will if i can, and i would even look straight into your eyes but then again,
all of these are just a mere bubble
in a world made of clay;
and the only thing i must do is just to forget you,
because everything is just a game.
even if i would fight i would still lose;
there’s nothing to gain but pain.

what i want in a man

i want a man strong enough for me to
lean on but superman’s dead;
i want a man who understands poetry
but shakespeare’s dead;
i want a man who understands the
language of music but beethoven’s dead;
i want a man who can sing like a freak
and dance like a jerk, and whispers my
name most passionately but shrek is an ogre;
i want a man who washes his dirty
clothes but mr. clean is a detergent bar;
i want a MAN not like peter pan who
never grew up;
i want a man who can discuss marriage
without qualms but only a priest can do
this;
the truth is, there is really no ideal
man fit for perfection because men are
sometimes stupid, and they are all
alike. but i like them all.

gloom

in a world of fantasy
comes a reality
where fairies become ghosts
and sheep turn to goats;
time drags day into night
moon drops long lost kites;
clocks tick counterwise
and gentlemen turn to mice;
the lions’s roar becomes a mew
teardrops falling into dew;
the stars twinkle with rust
as leaves and flowers turn to dust;
what a gloomy world, saddest as blue
without a heart, without you.