there’s still lots of love.

i must be made up of every metal

A sailboat at sea.

Tumultuous and cold, longing and bitterness,

an ocean’s breeze.

From the land of gulls, where the sun shines so b_right,

love as a feather with gentle impart.

Upon glass surface, textures contrast,

but waves do not listen, nor do reflections last.

Boats keep sailing, the gulls shall fly, sun shines, and waves collide.

And the heart? as it will please.

Gently rocking to the tune of two,

the tune of one,

to the tune of two.

An echo of time’s past.

Cacophonous, mellow, shattering glass.

Fickle as seasons, bonds will morph,

but underneath pine, roses, and fruit,

love eternally its growth.

i wasn’t always cynical.

i just wanna be held

   “Once in a while when I wake up, I find myself crying.
    The dream I must’ve had I can never recall.
     But… the sensation that I’ve lost something,
     lingers for a long time after I wake up.”