Thinking of You.Felling lonely without you.
Waiting for the next text,
Just longing for you.
Joyous to hear from you,
A whole minute without you.
Such a painstaking time.
When your around, a blur.
With you, I'm whole.
With you, I'm alive again.
However, I've been reborn,
Thanks to you I can live again.
You are my life now, and hopefully,
Forever. Please stay awhile.
If not forever, just a bit longer.
Work and school tear us apart.
If only we can be siamese,
That can keep us together always.
I wonder, what will our lives be like
Later on down the road?
Rather, will our lives lead down some road.
Or off into the sky?
Where any dream, even ours, can come true.
Our future, what will it bring?
All I hope for is happiness for the both of us.
HappinessI thought I was dead to the world.
But I did that to myself.
I always thought I was useless as human.
My fault too.
I never knew that I could be special.
I excluded myself out to be with no one.
Why? It was my essential nature at the time.
When I realized I meant something to someone,
Being with someone I never knew wanted to be so close.
Having someone to be with.
Having someone to hold me.
Having someone to hold.
I first thought of it as a plausible past incident.
One where I was cheated on and lied to.
But so much more happened.
I began to be happy.
I began to love.
I began to feel human.
Finally, I began to realized there's life worth dying for.
There's life worth caring for.
There's someone worth everything, ten times over.
There's someone special to me that I can, want, and must be with.
To that person I say thank you and want to show my endless love to.
What To DoTorn between several worlds,
Never knowing which is true.
Aside I sit watching the world flourish,
When I sit by idle, wondering.
Confused between what I want to do,
And what is expected of me to do.
When hope is nearly lost, it arises,
Only to fall once more by a simple falsehood.
Rather enjoying myself, I do what I'm told,
Only to discover I'm living the slave life.
Indecisive and unclear on myself,
I wonder what others think of me.
Alas, I realize I don't really care,
For I live life one day at a time.
Unfortunately, its one day too many.
So there I am, not moving, not caring,
And forgetting that one basic fact I have left,
I'm only human and must adapt or perish.