Dance with me

I do miss him when he goes away,

In fact, I do miss him too quick that he made me write poems about him.

I love him, I love him in a really different way, not that I am in love but like we are so close in mind. So close in heart.

So close that I know he WILL be there for me without a blink.

I do keep trying to escape from the idea of reality that, this part of my life going to close up, not too far away later.

Make my eyes blurry to think even. 

But we all got to seek for the improvement and leave ourselves into the unknown for it sometime.

I can almost feel, that time waits for me right outside the door, 

Or maybe I am the one who do wait for it, dream of it, scare of it and miss it.

What a thorny thing to be.

No one wants to meet with someone devilish,

But if you won’t keep up with others’ devils,

You will end up dull.

Crucial thing being a woman,

Who accepts herself however she is,

When partiarchic world telling not to..

But do not pitty.

Tricky thing being a woman.

It’s like

Sometimes giving birth to angels 

And sometimes flirting with demons..

nice idea!

Vulnerability. We really underestimate that one. We have told not to speak up about our feelings that just because it might feel other people uncomfortable..

But a one with a heart.

He may not appears in my dreams

But might light up my day.

He’s no pretty boy

Sometimes he’s nice and

Sometimes he’s not.

I don’t know how to feel

About that boy

That never stays alone.