Poppies and epiphanies.

Since then, I felt nothing but the echoes of your touch. The thought of your hand in mine, I never knew it would linger that much.

You are the dewdrops I wept, and out of these tears, we grew daisies- even in drought.

Somehow she felt sick and fed up. Every time they flew, she has this doubt. The kind of doubt that Peter had when he walked upon the water.

Your gentle smile is but singing me to sleep. It’s both wonderful and ironic

The ocean that you built inside my soul was as deep as the crinkles by your eyes when you smile.

My eyes caught yours then I turned to dust; crumbled, course and grainy, like the tingling on my fingertips.

You are the caffeine I swallowed, I could not doze.

You dig too deeply into your thoughts until you bury yourself beneath your doubts and wonders. You feel lost and dismantled by the words untold. I look into your eyes but I can't find you there. Please come home.

Those are what absence of words do. It confuses us with false perception. It blinds us with optimism, and breaks us with our negative thoughts. Making it hard for us to recognize delusions from reality.

I could feel this thunderstorm between us, and I find it strange how we take turn to calm it for a moment even if it's the both of us who created it in the first place.

He's too brave to not care if she'll look closely and might hear his eyes scream the words his lips has been holding back for years.

This day, the sun rose and we tried again. The path, it is fragile and reckless but everything fell into place at the end.

You looked at me like I was made of a thousand, tiny, lit candles just like on our song. But I tell you, you are my dusk and I can never shine without you.