Hey baby, you know you drive me crazy Giving me this rhythm in my head Still i’ll never understand why you hang around When I just pull you down I see the way you come And make me happy now Keep me on the ground Be my lover…
I can see you when we’re walking down the boulevard Tiny fingers clenched tight in my other hand Nothing pleases, like the flash of a lovers smile Keeps me satisfied, like candy does a child I see the way you move And make me happy now Keep me on the ground Be my lover…
i could write about the warm sunset, and how it can give us serenity. i can write about nature and all the beauty it possess. or i can tell you everything about love and pain and everything in between, but i can’t seem to put everything in place, my mind is empty. i can think about the bright blue sky and the optimism it gives. or think about the dolphins and how they freely swim. maybe i can just look back and make a tell-tale about the past and memories uncovered, but that would be too much for my mind to ponder, and who cares anyway so it doesn’t seem to matter. maybe some things are better left unsaid, but isn’t it best to share how you see things with your eyes, and let everyone get a taste of it? i want to eradicate all of my emotions from my insides, and turn them into words, but my words went on a vacation, and they didn’t take me with them. :(
Listen, the wind has finally set in cool summer breeze brushed along the lines of our faces i touched yours and you return the gesture how long has it been since you said your first hello? since i last waved goodbye? the memories seems to fade but they are encrypted well at the back of our eyelids will you ever get tired of me? or boredom ceases to exist from the both of us? i inhaled fresh lilacs from the garden of our lovenest will the flowers wither in time? will you plant again and flourish them when it happens? will you still be there to water them when the next summer’s drought come? will you be rocking my chair while i am looking at little angels picking stars from the pavement?
the starshines look down upon me, i didn’t make any sound, nor make a move. it’s the same old night, like any other nights, with only stars to accompany me. i listened to the gentle chirps of the crickets, and began to wonder, is Mulan a fool to believe her cricket is really lucky, or am i just too judgmental to give any second thoughts? and i look back to the footprints i made, and yes i am alone, but i feel that i made four markings on the pavement. i wrinkled my nose, sweep the surroundings with my eyes. i inhaled heavily and the ocean’s scent caught my attention, or is it not the ocean? i ran, i fell, i stood up with chin held up but a tear about to fall. and finally i settled in, beside the green bushes, under the ancient tree. i looked at the sky, now starless, i wondered, got up and started shouting “i have nothing now! please, not the stars. they’re all i have.” i slumped down, silently sobbing, and whimpering “not them, not them. no, not them.” and when i felt like darkness is engulfing me, i felt strong, warm arms wrapping me, and light, blinding light. “you came back.” disbelief crossed over my face. “yes” you lovingly whispered “i came back, with the stars with me.” and i breathed new life.
You’re just the same as all the rest. Cute, but dense. Simple and stupid. But funny. Ridiculous. I shouldn’t even want you. I shouldn’t even care. Somehow, though, I do. It goes against everything I am, but maybe that’s why Im attracted to you. You’re everything I’m not.
It’s like standing in the surf. Seafoam swirling around my feet, pulling me further out, tricking me with its beauty, beckoning and trapping me. With all my senses alive and burning, I don’t realize there’s an undertow until it’s too late.
And when water fills my lungs I only think of you.
You will remember the silence. The warmth around you floating—scent-like—in the room. The timid moonlight blanketing his face.
The night is friendly to your shallow breath— fears and hopes commingling in your chest— he hides all trembling (poor hesitant hands), he smooths all quavering (hummingbird voice, tension of storm), he is a calm, protective blanket wrought of peace. He breathes with you, the other beauty in the room: eternal, distant, close as every secret hope you have.
And after (soon it comes) breath with transparent breath engage in their smoke-turning dance around your lips and his and cheeks and noses, eyes closed open little insubstantial gasps for breath more breath and then you see the world is infinite and hiding in his eyes you will remember. The silence.