Well i miss the days
when everyone used to make an effort to just see me smile, to just make me want to have fun
i kind off like this too, feels like being in the between, but i have so much on my head that i kind off wish thie day wouldnt come, i do have friends but seem to have lost interest in all of them, lost interest in life as what i want to have is not what i have
this face yaar, its fucking perfect, i so want to keep seeing this, but maybe people dont understand how special they are

More than Myself

She sits now in front of me
Vulnerability shadowed
From the light of the day

In the night, all dark
yet pure and transparent
Being pretty in her own beautiful way

Fluid her thoughts
Stable her mind
I hope our bodies soon entwine.

She looks at me
Some answers to be answered
would never want to see her crying

Because in all of yesterday
and the part of today,
I realised, I am the luckiest
To see her at her best and worst

At times she is sad
Reminiscing the old times
At times she learns to build herself

With her beauty, unscathed
With her kisses, untamed,
She makes me want to love her
More than myself.