Sometimes I wish I can hide,
Hide into a hobbit hole,
Try to run away from reality and starts
to dream of unicorns and candy rain,
Little wish of hideous person probably too tired with things around her.
L.I.F.E
Sometimes I wonder,
If I recreate a fantasy
of you and me,
Will you eventually see me?
L.O.V.E
* * *
Shall I tell you a story?
An untold story that takes me
years and years to write
Perhaps, once my wild imagination runs in my head
and this sudden rush pursued me to write.
but when I started to write;
Only blank pages and the smoke from my black cup coffee remain abide.
Now that I am trying to write;
Maybe I will start telling what I am trying to write.
* * *
So if I keep myself busy
occupied with piles of books and pages,
Will you get out of my mind?
Because all I think about each and every second
is your smile, your smile
and your big bright smile
that won't even smile back to me.
* * *
Small parts of me hates
Your face that floats in my mind
but another part of me
Glad that you are there
Even if it is just by myself
Me and my own fantasy
I asked myself,
"If I change a small part of me
then make it shine just for you,
What will that make me?"
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