Another day.

I need another day,

just to lie with you in the dark.

Leaving the whole world behind,and I hope you turn your back.

Summer play, rainy day

There is nothing much that’s left to say.

 

I need another day,

just to feel your skin in the dark.

Driving through the city, and I hope you won’t be busy.

Curtains fall, late call

I can no longer stand tall.

 

I need another day,

just to be here next to you.

Watching you sleep like an angel , and I hope the time would stop.

TV’s on, Queen B’s Song

That love on top, makes my heart so soft.

 

I need another day,

just to be close to you.

Seeing you in the dim light, and I hope this love is right.

I never win this fight.

I am that dim light

I am the late flight.

 

I just need another day,

to tell you things I need to say.

Tell all the truth, the things that hurt.

And please, I need

…. another day,

to feel your skin, as i pray,

then a last kiss, if I may?

You are so loved, Could I say?….

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Real

Stay up so late everynight, 
Drowning myself in thousand strains of thoughts
Moonlight is dimmed in the dark sky,
I miss you.

Seeing us lying together in a lazy afternoon
Chinese song on the TV,
A late flight to catch
I thought time was frozen,
Seeing you sleeping in peace next to me.

I miss you.
Seeing you being so blurred with my steaming tears
Busy night
Many things left unsaid
I wished time would stop,
Framing us together until the end of the Era.

I miss you.
Seeing you in every little thing I do,
Sensing you in the air
Intergrating in my life,
Touching my heart,
Making me miss you like everything will just end tomorrow.

I miss you,
Seeing myself crying right after you left
Knowing that now you’re a part of me.
I touch our memories in my heart every night I sleep
Sending “I miss you” to your inbox out of nowhere
I know I’m odd,
But I love you,
Without myself knowing it.
Because it’s real.

Scent.

I go into bed bringing your scent with me,
Late night,  cold shower,
I sense you on my skin.

Dramatic people,  complicated shit,
Everything is overwhelming
I dream of running to you.
I dream of running into you.
I want to tell you how long my day is
Seeing my own reflection on the mirror of an old house,  distorted.
Cycling around town,  bumping wheels through stinky market after the rain.
Church’s bell rings,  I see birds fly out from the rooftop.
Lazy traffic flow,  thousand busy people passing by each other.
Everyone wearing protections
Helmets, gloves, condoms,
Can they really protect the most delicate thing?
Laughing at you for over protected layers,
What can I do for myself?
Being the shell that stays on the rolling wheels,  is there anything left to peel?