Pieces of me..

Shreds of paper..
Broken glasses..
It feels that way..
Everything said and done..
It tears and burns..
Never your perfection.
Paranoid is her first name.
Emotional is her last name.
Either way it's all her..
Wish those tears could speak..
But those are just metaphorical words..
Words the heart can't speak.
Those are the pieces of her broken heart.

I

Me. You.

The colors of the rainbow disappears,
Stormy nights, rainy days yet the reflection of
the rainbow rays fall onto my hand.
Twinkling from the corner of the eye,
it's almost like chasing light.
Yet so far, yet so near as I reach out for it.

Mistakes made are hard to forget..
What if I trip again..
Just what if, this time you walk away?

Is it all just in the mind?

I want me back.
But I want to be your perfection.

What If.

"All this while,
I never thought I'd find someone like you..
You're complicated yet you are consistent with my mind.."

"I know we can...see each other, in time to come and forever..
Watching the show and all its actors, searching along for the answers...
Feel your breathe brush through my skin as I cry...wondering how it began..
Watching the time flow like water, singing along to a stranger..I can't explain, all these colors, burns like a flame, cool like ember..I regret what I have did, made you cry, it will never be the same...Sorry that, I can't let what we have go like that, may be you..will be sad..may be you..won't forget, cos I don't ever wanna lose you..cos you..will see in time.."

It's been 6 days,
I know it's just my silly demented mind..
filled with the black skies of "what if's"..
I was thinking, of the kiss that brought me back
to when I was sweet 16..

In love.

You brought me back to the world I forgot exists..
To the land where I thought I'd never find..
A climb that made me weak but you held me and showed me the other side..
A world with hope, love and sincerity..

Your perfection is my strength..
You are my strength..

But..
What if the perfection you see in me is flawed?
Just what if ...I'm not your bucket of sweets?

Demented little minds

She believes that you are the absolute missing puzzle to her heart..
But what if what she believe is the absolute nonsense of her emotions..

She knows it's you when you kiss her..
It's just..She wonders..Is she good enough..
You're restricted..only because of her..
A free man who spreads his wings..living the freedom of
a man with no boundaries..It seems like someone else was perfect
for you..you were made for her..And she was made for..
She doesn't even know.

She's just trash you picked up and cleaned..But trash is still trash.

I hope..it's just my sick demented mind playing tricks with me.

Little booms of rainbow rays

You don't really know how to say it..
You really do want to say it..but..it's hard..
cos it gets boring after awhile..How do you say
when you know you'll spoil everything.

You just cant.
Or at least..I can't.

I wish I wasn't me..
Different in every way..
Is this just another beautiful disaster?