Keep You

I want to say 
I love you 
Coz, later on, we might be just two strange faces 
With two strange worlds 
Right now I might be a bit much more than that 

So let me tell you
I want you to stay
Stay where you are with me
It's peace with you
Someday the memories will bring joy to my forgotten realm
I don't want to wait till then

Let me tell you how much I want you to want me
The absence of it makes me hopeless
Empty, if you may 

Let me tell you 
How much I bask in your company 
Right now it's you and me
Maybe later on it will be he and she.
Right now it might bring a smile to your face
Later on just an ugly frown
I don't want to see that 

I just want to tell you
Take care 
Take care of that tricky heart that you carry around
Take care of that smile that you flaunt around 
Just take care 
Not for your sake but for others 

I want you to tell you that
I want to hold you tight
To not let you slip through my fingers 
I would do that 
I would do anything to keep you
But then it's just you 
And it's your choice

I just want to tell you 
That you own a part of my heart 
Come and live, as per your will 
No matter how crazy the storm is
You have a place to harbor 

I want to tell you so much 
That even eternity is not enough 
I just want you to know that I love you
And that changes never 

The first

It was short and soon
Like the magic that we wish for
Thousand diamonds illuminating the dark
Mind confused, what to look at
Afraid of even a blink
The shooting of the star
The traveling of the light
Making the eyes sparkle in awe 
Not the second one
The one before that rendered me silent
It's always the first one.

TEARS

TEARS

Why do I cry? 
Why do their words wretch my soul
Am I weak? 
Does this make me weak? 
Pouring down my emotions into tears
Is this weak? 
Why do I care? 
Does caring makes me weak? 
Should I not care. Will that make me strong?
Strong enough to not make my eyes welled up 
Every time I hear something cruel.
Do they know? 
Do they know what their words do to my heart?
Do they know that every time they say something mean,
A part of me weeps to make it clean
Where do I draw the line?
Caring makes me vulnerable
Vulnerable makes me weak
Weak makes me cry
I don't want to cry

I just know

I forcefully keep my eyes close, but that doesn't stop the mayhem inside my head. My thoughts trying to find a way to make sense to me. In response, I clutch my head and press myself against the comfort of the blanket. It works for me. It works as a wall between me and reality. My safe cocoon. Everything going on around me is too messy for my liking. I restore balance, I create order to overshadow the chaos inside. Not that it helps me much. Bringing my hand out of the blanket, in foreign territory, I feel chills. Chills of the winter. I release a sigh. The cold makes me think about winter. Funny season, everything around you feels cold and dead. Or maybe it's just me. The silence around me brings less comfort and more clarity. The absence of everything around me makes me participate in my own thought process. Such an alien cycle. Whether you like it or not, it keeps tumbling. Normally, I simply sit back and listen to things that come to mind. I can't even assert my supremacy, as they always are out of my reach. My control. I willfully cherish life, while a big part of me wonders, is that it? 
I sit alone. Waiting for something. Waiting to feel things that make me feel familiar. That doesn't make me insecure for every breath that I take. I am longing to feel life. It's dark outside. Still, a couple of hours before the sun dispels darkness and brings light to the world. Such a fierce thing yet can blossom the delicate life. I wonder if he realizes what is occurring to the existence that he helps to survive. He shares the warmth and leaves a dark tan behind, as a reminder. A beautiful transaction. We don't know what we lost, nor we are conscious of what we gained. The foolish grin on our faces making us look as clueless as we are. I keep thinking about it. It makes me feel nice. 

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