A Chance 

​When I see myself during these times

I feel that I really am young

Even with you in front of me

I don’t know what to do


He thought of the way, he pulled the courage to break the cage. He found out at last and series of exchanged thought came along the way ever since then. She was so much a young girl despite her age, a walking contradiction, a person of multilayered interpretation. Read her once would never be enough. It took another flip. And she was in a state of constant wander, why did it become a matter of paramount importance to her? When he thought she could have it the easiest way imaginable.


Will the day I hold her hand ever come?

Will the day I kiss her above her closed eyes also come



To her, love is just a feeling of one moment

He rather observed, from way far a distance. She stumbled, she crashed and torn. It was obvious in the look of her. To my great curiosity, I took a sneak into her, just so I could get a better glimpse of her. She looked weary and unloved but she nailed the look with full  proud. I’d love to pat her back lightly just to tell her, “You, too, worth something. I can tell.”


That beautiful girl, still hasn ’ t had

A taste of sincere love with someone

It’s obvious

Darling I Do, See You

I know plenty of people with eyes closed

They don’t see you like I do


She doesn’t lose faith yet of the existence of long seek another half, whether it will lead her to the destined one, it is of little important to her, because the tought of bumping into him more than enough she could ever ask. She keeps in store the story of her future romance to bloom in the right time. When time finally allows her to craft another chapter with him, it will be the time she has done with herself and he with himself. It is to be answered by the passing time, to be reaveled in yet another page. She is aware of in no position to beg for difference, to know forth who is to hold her hand in the coming days, but she begs him to be a person of the same values. She wants to wander her wonder still, she feels like fasting the time forward, she feels lonely sometimes, solitary no longer serves her satisfaction like it used to, she is afraid of playing act strong, but she keeps on going at last. With the hope holds still in her heart, she falls in love with the mental projection of his future lover. If it leads her to no one, much as it does matter, the least she could do is loving herself.