Cosmic Guy

You stole the arrows from bold Cupid’s hand, With blazing eyes and grace that none could feign. Before your gaze, I barely understand Why all my steps grow clumsy in your reign.

You took my heart as thieves take flight by night, So swift, so sure, like wind upon the eaves. I felt no strength to summon up a fight, Just watched you weave through moonlight’s silver leaves.

Beneath the crescent moon, I longed to see Your form in motion, dancing through the air. But all I saw was one who towers free, A gem so rare, beyond all known compare.

(Happy Breakup!)

Like the waves from the ocean,

My thoughts still flow with you

Though we are no longer together.

In the middle of the rows of flower, You're standing there like a tall tower. Your look has no difference with that rose, As these feet of mine moved to you, so close.

A gaze that is as clear as the blue sky, As free as the dove that fluttered so high. Leave it be, let my heart play the song of breeze While the warm summer hover like dry leaves

Seems futile, as I let the wind carry me

Like a lifeless leaf from a withering tree.

Tree that used to flourish in the summer breeze

As the wind of time whispered the word of ease.

Cosmic wave danced in the tune of my despair

The end is rearing. Beginning is nowhere.

Come, my beloved! As night engulfed the sky.

Let’s cherish the sound of silence as stars cry.

Would it be funny if things were what they seem?

Like a changing season of one’s vivid dream.

Come, my love! The time of solitude is fleeting.

The answer to the question I asked while looking at the stars.

I have to forget the sound of your voice while saying my name.

I have to forget those tiny details we shared as we went on our litte journey.

I have to accept that things are not the same like before and,

The love you used to show me has become a distant memory

I have to accept that your heart is no longer beating for me and try to move on.

Is it another good bye?

The question I asked to the stars while my eyes filled with tears, and anxiety.

It scares me that one day

I need to forget the sound of your name with my own voice.

I'm afraid that one day

you are no longer the reason why I wish in every shooting star.

I cannot bear to forget you, your name, your voice, your smile.