SITTING HERE
Sitting here,
Discomfort swirling,
Filling the pitch black theatre,I'm cold.
Sitting here,
Her trembling fingers,
Clutching her bag,
She looks cold.
Sitting here,
Sun radiating heat,
Resting my head on his chest,
I'm contented.
Sitting here,
Lying in the sun warmed grass,
Our breathing in sync,
She looks contented.
Sitting here,
Watching hems and pleats,
Swirling and twirling,
I feel like slow dancing.
Sitting here,
Watching couples in awe,
I ask for this dance,
Thought she felt like dancing.
Sitting here,
Beside the phone,
Contemplating our last fight,
I want to call him.
Sitting here,
Staring at my phone,
Replaying her laugh in my head,
I want to call her.
Ngeehee~ I was bored okay? Want another one? Another one? Okay, ANOTHER ONE.
WHAT IS LOVE?
Love is fireworks,
Beautiful, extravagant and hot;
Like moonlit late nights,
Filled with gentle brush of lips.
Love is walking on the beach,
Overlooking vast ocean blue;
Sand between your toes,
Waves asplashing.
Love is a sparkly dress,
Swaying with every twirl;
On our first slow dance,
My head on your chest.
Love is sleepless nights,
Thinking of him;
The slightest touch of hands,
Intertwining trembling fingers.
