That Night

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

That Night
My blood flourish to all my senses.The sweetness to your neck, and as you reach over to touch me.I tingle.We kiss.Each time our lips retreat we'd smile and breathe then kiss again.You turn the lights off.I could envision you as we're kissing in the dark.You put your hands on my shoulders.Slowly moving and reaching towards my hands, and taking them into yours then locking them.
--I never want to let go--
We move closer as if our bodies, our souls, our heat was like ingredients to a glue waiting to be mixed.
Our chest glides upon each other.
I breathe, close my eyes and tilt my head.
As I exhale I nudge my face upon your neck, wanting to be inside you.
But the impossibilities creates a fictional sensation.
I raise my head and your perspiration smeered upon my face.
I can feel you turning your head wondering if I left mine on yours.
You breathe and I grow dizzy.
I turn my head and push away, but our hands still intertwined.
I fall onto our bed and you follow me down.
The heave of emotions runs into my vains.

--Does it run into yours?--

Laying on top of me, I can feel your heart pounding on mine.
Our breathing grows heavier.
A rush of embarassment flunders through my body, and you whisper.
"I don't want to let you go."
Shocked.
It gets harder to breathe, so our lips part and our chest shook.
You took our arms closer towards you and push.
Now you're on top of me.
I can feel you gaze grazing upon me.

--Can you really see my body?--

You let go of our hands.
You took a deep breath and put your hand on my face.
You kiss my cheek.
You caress my face.
You exhale and put your face onto my chest.

I can feel you smiling.
I try hard to not breathe so hard.
I open my eyes to see you.
I open my eyes to know I'm not dreaming.
I saw red.

You lift your head slightly and now your chin touching me.
Your hand moves slowly downwards.
You said softly.
"You're so beautiful..."

--That's all that was need to be said"--

You turn your head again, looking downwards.
Your finger playing with my body.
Dabbing my button and fondling my hair.
Then one hand on my shoulder, you lightly push and kiss me on the lips again.
You retreat, but I quickly bite your lip and kiss you again.

--This time I won't let you go.--

You open your eyes wide and I can feel it.
My nervousness gave me a slient authority to pull you onto me.You plunge yourself towards me, giving me reassurance.
I whispher.
"I give my all to you."
A gasp came out of you.
You kiss me deeply holding me in your arms.

--I can feel you breathing--

Like incense lit with a spark, our passions grew.
You reach into my shirt smothering me with your fragrance.
I feel...you.
Your hand came out and paws my hair and then dabbing my face.
I long to smell like you.
I put my forehead onto yours and you can feel me.

--Our aura rose.--

Smiling and kissing, you slowly undress me.
Your hands slowly brush across my body and I wish.
You took my hand, without a word, and taught me how to undress you.
Giving me a gift of you, and all I can do is oblige to your teachings.
I trace my hand along your skin.
It felt like you're touching me.
We touch, we taste, we blossom.

--Infusion.--

I moaned as you're pushing foward.
Uncontrollably I arch back.
We both sigh.
We are one.

--So hard to breathe, so hard to breathe.--

I lay on your arm and you stare at me.
I stare back.
Our breathing became slurs.

--When did we fall asleep?--

I open my eyes and it's morning.
You're beside me.

--Bliss--

Corner Of A Sidewalk Fairytale

(read every other sentence with a questioning/statement tone)

A girl standing on the corner of the sidewalk waiting for him.
A girl standing on the coner of the sidewalk waiting for HIM.

He promised her that he'll be there.
He PROMISED her that he'll be THERE.

He showed up with a smile on his face.
He showed up with a smile on HIS FACE.

She smiles at him and hugged him.
She smiles at him and hugged HIM.

A girl standing on the corner of the sidewalk waiting for him.
A girl standing on the corner of the sidewalk waiting for HIM.

The girl waited and he was late.
The girl waited and he was LATE.

He had a grin on his face.
He had a grin on his Face.

She hugged him and they smiled.
She HUGGED him and SHE smiled.


A girl standing on the corner of the sidewalk waiting for him.
A girl standing on the corner of the sidewalk waiting for HIM.

He showed up 2days late.
He showed up 2days LATE.

He showed up with a blank stare.
He showed up with a blank STARE.

She hugged him and they smile.
She hugged him and She smile.


A girl standing on the corner of the sidewalk waiting for him.
A girl standing on the corner of the sidewalk waiting for HIM.

He didn't show up.
He DIDN'T show up.

Clouds build upon the girl. And she still waited.
Clouds BUILD upon the girl. And she STILL waited.

It started pouring.
It started POURING.

A girl standing on the corner of the sidewalk waiting for him.
A girl standing on the corner of the sidewalk waiting for HIM.

The postman came and looked at her.
The postman came and LOOKED at her.

He handed her a letter.
He HANDED her a letter.

She opened the letter and it was from him.
She opened the letter and it was from HIM.

He left her alone on the corner of the sidewalk.
He left her alone with a letter on the corner of the sidewalk.


A girl standing on the corner of the sidewalk waiting for her Prince.
A girl standing on the corner of the sidewalk waiting for his chariot.
A girl standing on the corner of the sidewalk waiting for her hug.
A girl standing on the corner of the sidewalk waiting for his kiss.

That girl standing on the corner got her Prince.
Her charoit.
Her hug.
Her kiss.

Continue to wait cause he'll be there soon.
Have faith~

Smile & A Ribbon

A smile is something special,
a ribbon is something rare,
So
I'll be special and
I'll be rare with a smile and a ribbon in my hair.

To be a girl they notice,
takes more than a fancy dress,
so I'll be noticed
because I'll dress with a smile and a ribbon in my tresses...

The bigger my toothy grin is,
the smaller my troubles grow

The louder I say I'm happy,
the more I believe it's so

So I'll have that extra something,
because I know what to wear.
So I'll be special and I'll be rare.
I'll be something beyond compare.
I'll be noticed because I'll wear a smile and a ribbon in my hair


Song by:
PATIENCE AND PRUDENCE

Pity~

(I should be sleeping... but something is bothering me)


Poem 1


Pity


It's a pity where we stand,
In this mud field filled with sand.

It's a pity where we stand there and look,
When we're missing that hook.

It's a pity where we stand here understanding,
Yet too scared to to do any shifting.

It's a pity to stand here and say BYE,
When in the end we're still standing here with lies...

I walked away,
And you're still standing there lying.
I walked away,
And you're still standing there blaming.

How can you understand yet be this way?
How can you do something like this?
It's so degrading...
Pity.
Such pity.




Poem 2


Romancing

bouncing here, and bouncing there.
smiling here, and smiling there.
roses here and roses there.
kisses here and kisses there.

"such a pity,
it's only romance." the lady pointed out.

"that boy... that boy... that silly silly little boy.
that woman is 21years older" the man pointed out.

the boy was romancing over his mother.
the mother was romancing over the father.

the boy was jealous of dad.
the dad was jealous of boy.

family issues...
pity.

You know I love you.
You know I'll always love you.
But you fucked her.
You fucked her here and,
You fucked her there.
You pretty much fucked her everywhere.
And yet you come back to the same place pretending,
Asking me to fuck with you.
Yet I love you
So I will fuck with you.

I did fuck with you.
I fucked you over, good.

You're FUCKED...

Little Red String,

The match maker

whether he/she is asian or cacasian

whether that red string is tied on the foot or from the hearteveryone has someone in the end of that stringsome has it tangled and gets a misunderstanding.

but most people search for what is in the end of that stringbut i stand here holding this this string in hand and a pair of scissors in the otherand wanting to cut it cause i don't want to play this string game

i hate bumping

i hate being tangled

to make things better i just cut it.

simple

sweet

and lonesome

but somehow lonesome doesn't bother me.it bothers a lot of people

but my morals and values makes my move a very hard one to handle.

but whatever happens it'll happen.

as for now the string is in my handthe scissors in the other hand.

one day when i crack and cut this

i'm sorry everyonebut this red tango will be over

=)

screaming to the world

I LOVE YOU!!!

Sweet Little La La's

(my attempt to compose a song but couldn't finish it cause I started to have another amition)

You used to wispher those words in my ear,
Sweet little nothings that I'd love to hear.
But now those words have become little nothings that I can't bare,
Little lies that rings in my ear.

(to be continue at work)

March 21st, 2008

Today is Good Friday.
There are so many things I want to say but no words come out.

I sat here thinking to myself.
I didn't want anyone to bother me.
I couldn't help but stare into the sky, wondering if there is another me...
A better me? A more worst me? A taller, a thinner, a fatter me?
Whatever it is is out of my control.
I felt a warm wrap around me as if the world is trying to comfort me for all I've been doing.
I've been so busy and I've been sick.
I miss my birthday party because I was sick.
My health had never been the best and somehow 'it' choose to make it a little worst this year.
Somehow I'm not mad...
I have learnt how to be patience.
If 'it' choose to make it worst I still have to live.
Somehow maybe 'it' sees that I'm not giving up and I'm learning along the way.
Today I felt someone wrapping their arms around me... giving me hugs,
And making me feel as if I'm not fighting this battle alone.
I should be sleeping, but I really wish to type a blog at least once.
Life is a journey, some has it harder and some has it easier...
But in the end we all reach to the same place.
If there is recarnation then our next life would be vice versa of this one.
There are so many people I miss and so many people I love.
There are sooo many Chinese songs I've been listening to in the past month.
It has helped me understand even more.
Anyways, whoever is listening...
Life is short, achieve as much as you can in this short period.
I'm slow, but I'm fast.
I've learnt to look at the big picture instead of the current time.
I've learnt what is best for me and everyone that I value in my heart.
What is best for me is when I am successful and is able to help out people around me.
But if I worry only about myself then I'd be self-fish.
I succeed not just for me but for the benefit of the ones close to me.

I've changed the song on my blog.
Hope you'll like it.
Sorry if you guys don't understand Chinese...
Hopefully soon I'll be able to post the lyrics and the meaning.
I need to build my book list so everyone would be able to see what I'm currently reading.

Some stuff I wrote in my old blogs.

Reflecting Gravity

I am floating in the sky.

But gravity plays his trick.

He pulls me down and catches me in the grass.

I lay with stars in my mind.

"Isn't the stars beautiful?"

"Yes, Fiona, the stars are beautiful."

"If, just if, there was eternity to life...would we become a star?"
"I don't know"

And those words makes the stars go away.

For realization, she lays on the grass.

Red everywhere.

The colour of love.

She once was beautiful.

Now she's gone.

She became a STAR.

What do you think of this poem? or free-verse?

I hope you'll like it... if you don't then tell me what you hate.

It's something on my mind... I hope you guys can comment on it.

Tell me what you think it means...

March 19/2007


Malfunction~

absolute malfunction

lost in thought

lost in love

lost in translation

where are you?

Feb 18/2007



Knowing what was to come in the beginning but the naivity of oneself rejects the words.
Tears about to fall as you try to tug through the workday.
Not eating from yesterday 9pm to the next day and the day after.
December 2nd, and then the 3rd, not a single piece of food has pass those tunnels.
Then on the 4th she awakes and yet she hopes and wishes, but in the end those words oneself rejects are the purist of all words.
Haven't eaten, she told the supervisor she'll leave early tonight because her heart aches and bitterly broken.
Her acids eating at her chest.
She sits at the computer screen not knowing how to feel anymore.
'brother, goodnight'
Those are the last words she wants to say and probrably won't be the last to be said.
But it doesn't matter does it?
But then again, no one is really sure if it matters if she'll ever speak again.
Begging to get a chance, but got rejected again and again.
She deserves it.
This is what we call a bittersweet symphony.
Very dramatic yet bitter to the end, and the IRONY of it all.

"It's a bittersweet symphony of life..."

-life will go on-

Will a heart failure let a person live on?
It is funny how both party has heart illnesses, yet one seems more severe than the other.
Yet no one will know which person is more severe, only God knows.

She stars into the LCD panel, eyes blurred, heart broken, hungry; perverted.

-life will go on-

Yet every second seems to take a part of her, and now the maivity that rejects her makes her head swell.
It spins and swells again. And she only think of drinking after she gets off. But the funny part is she doesn't even care.
Should we call this girl stupid? Should we call this girl dumb? Should we call her sweet? Unself-fish?
She's none of those.
She's not stupid, she's not dumb, she isn't sweet and she's self-fish.
Plunged into love and beaten by her fate, she feels defeated for the first time in life.
She lost everything, her family, her time, and now her heart.

She comforts herself in saying she has a brother.
What good does a brother do?
She thought about the fond man.
Yet she doesn't seem to care about him either.
She loved these two men yet she hates them dearly.
But we should assume that she hates them 'cause she hates herself.

So much pride in that little thing.
So much hate.
So much love.
Lost of fate.
Lost of destiny.
Lost of oneself.

She cries at night over the lost...
She mourns for herself.

-life will go on-

Once you reflect in the things you do.
Life will go on.
You might not be any happier, might not be any younger.
You can only live.

Dec 06/2006

i once was lost in my figment

then someone found me

even though the person lend a hand for a week or two

but ended up changing my life...

the person didn't show me its heart,

only empathy

but soon after

the person started to show me its heart

soon after when i knew i fell in love,

cause the sun came into my life

and brighten up my day

it was pretty cold

but now it's starting to melt away

but then a spur of insecurities

just fluster into my heart

not knowing whether the melting of snow is curing the heart

or actually breaking it

so waiting for time to tell

and hoping that mother nature isn't so cruel

so pray that the sun is here to help

Sept 9/2005

I hear my name and open my eyes.
My eyes wander to find the voice.
I gasp for air when I see you.
Taken aback but so happy; I smile.
You walk closer to me,
And all I can do is smile.
Fixated gaze upon each other.
Does your heart flutter like mine?
Those eyes, those beautiful shining eyes.
I want to blink and look away,
But those eyes...

You sit next to me
And whisper into my ears...
Sweet nothings that I do long to hear.
But, maybe, because they are sweet nothings,
I don't remember those words now.
I smile and search for a sign.
All you do is smile back at me.

Slowly you touch my face.
Then my neck.
I think you I would let you,
Let you take my life at that moment if you wanted.
Then a gentle kiss on my lips.
Are you searching for my approval now?
I have been violated by your lips upon mine.
But the violation is permitted.
I want you to hold me in your arms.
Don't you know what I want too?

So you kiss me again.
And I hear you breathe.
I can't control my smile.
And I think you can't either.

The giggles.
The butterflies.
Then the gazing of our eyes.
Then our bodies collides.

As the kissing game begin.
You on top of me.
You take my arm and lift it up against the pillow.

Holding my hand.
You smell my neck.
Your hair showers my face,
And I then sniff your hair.
Do I smell as good as you?

Kissing my neck,
You raise your head to stare at me.
I wish I could push your hair aside.
So I blew on your bangs.
And I saw those beautiful eyes.

Dancing upon my body.
I look at yours too.

You push my hair back and said quietly.
"You're beautiful..."
The game begins as we embrace each other through kisses and touches.

Do you feel the sensation too?
Do you feel the emotions?

You slid your hand down my arm.
To my breast, then to my waist.
You move your face down to my waist.
And kiss my tummy.
Then my belly-button.
I giggled.
And you giggled too.

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I am sorry I can't continue.
The story/poem would be too R-rated.
Therefore the story is for you to finish.

PS. I'm not in love with a man.

Love Is Said To Be One Pleasure And...

As I heard in this movie

"My boyfriend is type B"


"Love is said to be one pleasure and a thousand sufferings. I've chosen to free myself from a thousand sufferings, rather than enjoying one pleasure."

Jan 22nd, 2008

Karma came back to him.
Karma came to me sooner though.

But I am happy how everything turned out.
Because I realize how wonderful this world is.

Got an 80% on my exam.
But how can I keep it at that average?
Oh well...
Study hard!!!


My work place isn't inspiring me to advance.
When I first worked there the prep-work was hard.
It took us all till 2:00am to sort of finish.
At least good pay.
But now both jobs aren't inspiring me to do more.

I MISS YOU AARON!!!!
You were like my brother that I constantly try to beat...
Sigh, now work is just plain boring...
But anyways, if you're reading this...
Everyone finished on a MONDAY at 1:30am,
Including INCOMING REJ and OUTGOING REJ.
All the QUALIFIES were done by 1:20am.
CAN YOU BELIEVE IT??
But then again I was sent to do "Amy's" job.
HAHAHA
I honestly like it in the sorter room where I can beat Amy at her job...
Aaron... Where are you now?
Haha when are we going to eat?
oh wellz...




PS. The post

Take The Gun...
I wrote it around 5am...
It is AK-47 not 41... I realized after my friends pointed it out for me.

Take The Gun

I wanted to pull my gun out.
I wanted to pull it out one last time.
But it's funny how we never pull it out,
Maybe there wouldn't be so much bullshit in here if we did.
Or if someone did.
There's the AK-41's
There's the Riffles
There's the Pistols
Yet none has ceased to fire.
So I take out my home made gun...
I filled it up with the shit the other guns gave me...
Then I shoot those gun holders one by one.
I'm not good at it, but it's good practice.
Maybe I am cocky,
Maybe I am bitchy.
But all I really wanted to do was pull my gun out and shoot it.
Shoot it like a shooting star.
Bang.
1 down and many millions more to go.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
3 down.
And still a lot to go...
When would someone that is as cocky as me pulls its' gun out.
Cocky like me...
All "its" wanted to do was shoot "its" gun.
HA HA HA HA
Bang, bang, bang, bang.
And I still have trillions to go...
Such sweet agony.
Such sweet bullshit too.


I remember back in the days,
People used to tell me.
"When the gun fire goes, and everyone is scared... People will eat shit if they had to... Just so they can survive..."
Maybe shit is good for us...
Maybe I should too just sit there holding the gun...
Maybe buying a good one instead of randomly making one and pretending I'm shooting...
Or maybe I am shooting but it's just missing some "bam"



Now I bought myself a Sniper.
I cock it and aim.
"Poew"
And the blood rushes within me.
I smile.

"Poew"
I heard another one go.
I turn and saw another.
So I cock my gun again and "Poew"
Then I yelled out!
"Buddy, I got 2"
"Poew"
"Hey girl, I got 3 at once!"
I'm addicted to you...

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Written on Jan 21st, 2008
Nani May

Janurary 20th, 2008

My mind is filled with thoughts of life.
There is so much I wish to not say, and yet so much I wish I did say.
I hear many voices. But none of them are mine, or even mine for the taking.
Flushed away with thoguhts.
Brought back by emotions.
Somehow I lost the art of crying.
All I do is smile.
I miss you.
I miss myself.
I miss everything.
But I hate you.
And I hate myself.
And I hate everything surrounding me.
I wish to be lonely.
Yet the feeling is of emptiness and yearning.
I wish to be a part of you.
Yet the feeling of cluster and confusion arise.
The Ying becomes the Yang and then again.
I hate this repitition, yet this is all that I know of.
So what is it that I hate?
What is it that I love?
What is it that i'm feeling?
Or, is it just nothing?
Always in love with you.


Nani May.

Written on Jan 20th, 2008.

Funny Horoscope On Friendster

Jan 19th, 2008

The Bottom Line

Put a hot romance on the back burner today. Remind them you're worth waiting for.


In Detail

There is a lot of potential for hot romance right now, but you should go against expectations and just let things cool off a bit. Put this cutie on the back burner and just keep them simmering for a while. You will be quite pleased with the results. Keeping a person waiting can be a great way to remind them that you are worth waiting for. This will be an entertaining day full of many victories and a renewed sense of confidence. You're ready for a bigger challenge.

Unspoken

He did it first, and she then followed.
He said it first, and she then said it too.
He stopped later, and she continued.
He told her it is childish.
She was lashed.
She continued.
He ignored her.
She stopped saying it too.
But he didn’t notice.
She was saddened.
He didn’t know.
She was intoxicated.
He didn’t know.
She finally said it.
He gave a sigh.
Maybe he was disappointed.
Maybe he wasn’t.
The last words she thought she heard before she drifted,
“Goodnight. Love you. Bye Bye.”

Written on September 24th, 2006

Disturbed By An Email

I am very much disturbed by an email I got from an very old acquaintance. HE REALLY FREAKED ME OUT~~~

So censored for your Protection...
I have never known anyone sooo pathetic,
please bare with me...

I first thought it was really funny until i saw the last 2 photos...

Janurary 18th, 2007

As I stand there looking at you, my heart drops.
I think of you and turn away, I hate you.
I wish there is more to it, but there isn't.
Flipping the bird in my mind, as I continue to smile.
Fuck off, buddy, fuck off...
But only the thought lingers.
So I close my eyes and scream in my mind.
Images of me pulling my hair, screaming, crying and then losing all control...
I drop down and whimper because all I can do in the end is just accept it...
Knowing it is better to be left alone then to break it, but, but, but...
But all I wanted to do was just take my gun and shoot it.
Bang, bang, you shot me down.
Bang, bang, I hit the ground.
Bang, bang, my mind had just shut down.
Bang, bang, there is a pound...
A pound of pain...
A pound of sorrow,
I hit the floor and there I am stranded naked...
But no one is here to see, only the feeling of breeze and emptiness.
I close my eyes and I fall six feet deep.
I lay still.
I stop.
I stop.
I stop.
Dead.

Written Jan. 18th, 2008
Nani May

Leng, Leng, Leng... Smiling...

I saw you once, on top of me.
I saw your smile, inspiring me.
I thought it was cute, and it made me smile too.
I thought it was sweet, those dimple or two.

Glasses, and smiles... reminding me of sugar and sweets.
The ringing of your call makes me melt as it displays 06...

Baby, smile for me...
Cause the way I feel...
uh hum...
I should stop...
I should leave it alone...
Temptation of a princess...
Smile for me again...
I long to see the skin...
I long to see those indentations of love from your smile...

Leng,
Leng....
Leng?
Please smile for me...
Cause i'm smiling...

Baby Photos

Feeling You.

When you stand beside me.
When you breathe beside me.
Heaven falls down and gives me a hug.

When you hold my hand.
When you look at me.
The ice breaks and mountains move.

When you use your senses on me.
When you use your feelings on me.
The grass is greener on the other side.

When you smile.
When you speak.
Time stops.

I need you beside me as you could feel.
I need you to be with me and grow with our feelings...
Cause feelings is all we have.
Cause these feelings we call love.
Don't we need each other?
Don't we cry together?

I love you girl
And I love you boy

Rain? Snow?

Rain, Rain, go away...
Please come again another day...

Snow, Snow, melt away...
Please leave me when my loves' away...

Rain is when we lose in our love...
Snow is when we freeze our feelings...

Rain is when everything will be cleansed and be gone...
Snow is when everything you yearn for is frozen and you want to melt it...

Rain?
Snow?

I pick Snow.

Faithful?

Once when we soar through the sky,

From our hearts.

Once when we didn't know when to lose,

From our hearts.

Once when we loved for no reason(s),

From out hearts.

Once when didn't know better,

From our hearts.

Once when the world was a safe place,

In our hearts.

Once when we cried and everything went away,

In our hearts.

Once when there was protection,

In our hearts.

Once when we lived for being happy,

In our hearts.

We lived, loved, but...

We run, hide, but...

We trap, sigh, but...

We lose faithfulness...

Written on Sept 20th, 2007

What I Want To Do To You

Standing near the doorway, I wait for him to return.

Unlocking of the door, I wait.

I see him and I smile.

"Honey, welcome home."

He smiles back at me.

A rush goes through me.

I walk towards him helping him with his coat.

"Darling..." and I kiss him on the lips.

"How was your day?"

He smiles and replies that everything is great.

"I made you food. But what would you like afterwards?"

We exchange looks and smile some more.

We had ice cream.

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Laying in bed, I see he is tired.

"Sweetie, turn around."

He turns.

I climb onto his back and gives him a massage.

Comforting him is the main goal.

He falls asleep.

I smile.

I sleep.

Written on Sept 24th, 2007

Story of Ella

She open her window. The morning air sweeps across her face.

She smiles and the tears fall.

Memories cross her mind. Stepping out and her shadow tints the glass.

Her hand grasp the rest of the balcony.

She look downwards and sees nothing.

20 storeys high and she couldn't see.

She look upwards and sees nothing.

The clouds fills the sky with a soft cotton white.

Ella smiles again.

Breathes in and then lifts her arm and holds onto the rest, push...

And she jump.

The sky and the ground is nothing.

She falls.

She turns.

Wrapping herself in the cotton.

Feeling of deliverance arises.

She breathes deeply inwards.

She lets out a sigh.

She smiles.

That is the last smile.

As the ground welcome her to her sanctuary.

Thick red velvet runs from her.

She loves once again.

Written on Sept . 26th, 2007

Sleeping Beside You.

When I think of sleeping beside you,

I feel as if my world would melt and shape.

When I think of sleeping beside you,

I would feel as if the world belong to us.

We could be kings and queens.

Living a life of luxury...

Dreaming, smiling, and entertaining

Sleeping beside you...

How exactly would it really feel?

Where are you now when I need you?

Where is my heaven sent?

Sleeping beside you...

I know one day it'll happen.

Written on October 11th, 2007