If I Don't Have You

At the porch, they said their goodbye;between a funeral and a wedding.

She stood there - as did he. Both gazing into each other, her in silence with a small smile while he softly crooned. She leaned over while on the steps and kissed him softly.again.again.again...and again. He stepped in,pulling her in till she's breathing him in.

With his lips in an almost kiss with her ears, he continued, letting his voice trail themselves down her back in an embrace.

If I don't have you
To hold on to
I can't go on in this world alone
Baby it's true
If you say goodbye
Girl I would die
I'm a star with no light
A day with no night
If I don't have you


- Backstreet Boy's If I Don't Have You -

4

Parties.
Sister.
Girlfriends.
Flings.
Goals.
That was 4 months ago.

Now, I cradle a world.
A world which blooms between our clasped hands.
It started with the little brushes of our fingertips
And defined when both interwined

I’m different yet same,
Not same yet different
(Because that means I don’t think I’ve changed inherently
... I have.)
Parties, sister, girlfriends, goals except for flings are present,
Albeit different.

I’m not sorry
And never will be even if it falls apart.
I’ve learnt too much
I’m just very blessed.
For I’ve found the soul and heart
That fills and drives my world.

That Best Friend & Looking Up

I was supposed to be doing my homework.The keyword is supposed. As usual.. I ended up scribbling poems instead of writing my essay.Funny thing is... I decided not to join his ninjado class because I wanted to do the essay.


That Best Friend

I've said it then,
I'm saying it now.
You've always been that best firend,
... Tis' a pity we've lost the how


Looking up...

Never within touch,
Just tempting within sight.
In the dark, exceptionally bright.
And when there's nothing much,
or the rhythm's fled,
and the highs comes flat,
That's when it reverberates.

Its the cacophony behind the noise,
That amplifies as the other fades.
Lean back...
Watch the shadows behind eyelids
Let it flit, let it go.
Let the cacophony do its play.

The Last Drink

We were all drinking, cept for him
Wine from plastic cups, dirt under our feet and then came the hiccups
He was made to get under her skin.
I’m sure their heads’ pounding to the rhythm of Usher’s Red Light
(But the heart’s faster)
They don’t see me in the night,
as his fingers made the first move of sin

Her smile quivered
A tear slipped, from her (and me)

I walked away as he whispers “Please don’t cry. I'm just gonna fly’

I'm putting in words, a memory I stole of you and him. Remember this Sheels? So please don't cry because you're making me cry.

Science

Moving forward may be backwards.
Progress means missing forests.
The only truth's in fickle facts
Mass produced like toilet rolls.

Of 5

35 days since the first back-seat talk.
40 days since the first date.
80 days since the first text message.
120 days since the first email

Nowhere near perfect
Somewhere near awesome.

The Conversation

He called in the wee hours of the morn,
Tis no proper mourning of a friendship lost.
Just a simple ending to a complex problem.
A single knot which unravels all,
And to let the in-betweens come to fall.
Feel the slide of smooth blades,
As fine as strands of his honeyed hair.
From those lines, lies a map of what had fade.
Etched like that tattoo of her name upon his skin.
There’s nothing left to be said.
Only a dial tone on the phone.

Happy Anniversary ....

Scribbling during accounts... all his fault.

Spiders climbing up my ladder
With every step, each a shake.
Reality’s shut, senses awake.
Darling, I definitely agree,
There’s kryptonite in every bite.

Connie Talbot's I Will Always Love You

JJ, this is for you