Though in my computer, I type a story,
while I hear the clicking on my keyboard...
I’m like a grocery’s cart being pushed
around a store...
I know knowing about the unknown
is something that I will know someday...
I know I’m just a cloud passing by
But sometimes is tough...
My heart beats less and less for you.
It feels as if it'll soon stop...
I long for you to be with me
like dew on grass at morning free...
A young boy once asked me, "ma'am, pardon my...
To which I replied...
I lost it. My gift. It came to be like a pen,
filled with ink, ready to imprint...
"I miss you"
He said...
I never loved you like I love you today
but I did loved you when I first told you I loved...
I can't help but feel the way I do...
It's like there you are...
I miss them moments, like the rain
like Xanthe, showering PnQ with fame...