I shouldn’t have stopped writing
for you’re still here with me
You’re my muse
and somehow you’re more than that.
I could write you a poetry
and to hear you reading it
will light up my entire world
with indescribable feeling.
I love to write about you
not because I want to show them off
but more because I want you to know my feelings.
I really hope you can feel it…
Have you ever lost in books
that the more you read it,
the more you get the feeling.
Have you ever stayed all night
just to keep reading those pages
and somehow you can’t
get enough of it.
Have you ever feel like losing
half of your soul when
you’re at the end of the pages
and you know that this is the ending.
Have you ever felt that way?
But this time,
You don’t feel it in a book.
You feel it in a person.
To love a book is to travel
because you can travel through the words
To love a book is to reflect
because you can cry and smile when you read it,
and somehow book really knows how you feel.
I love you as much as I love books,
somehow I love you much more than that.
I love to read you, all those emotions
that you show and share.
I love you like I love books
And somehow I want you to know
That I love happy ending book.
I wish that’s the ending of us.
Is it hard to write a poetry?
Well, if you asked me
the answer will be just easy.
Yes, it’s easy.
Writing poetry about you is easy.
Because the feeling is here,
and I can tell hundred things
I feel about you.
I can write all day
and somehow it’s still not enough.
Even a book about you is nothing
compare to your touch.
Writing a poetry is easy
Because poetry doesn’t need to rhyme
It just needs to reflect you
so you can understand it.
You know, sometimes I wonder
What do you think about me
or when do you think of me
I think you’re enough
and I do think about you,
a lot. More than I should do.
I’ve been addicted to you
and somehow I’m afraid that
there’ll be one day that you’ll stop to care.
Then it’s happen.
Now, I wonder how you will see me.
Am I a girl that you loved
or a girl that you left?
People ask me
how do I know that it’s love.
Oh, how should I explain it?
We know that we could never define love.
Love is not something to be defined.
It’s something to be felt.
Feel it and you’ll understand.
People ask me
how do I know that you’re my love.
Oh, how should I explain my love for you?
We know that my love for you is true.
And I know that I start loving you
the day I excuse every single
thing you do to break my heart.
I saw a boy with a beautiful eyes.
I looked deep into his eyes,
And I knew, it’s the most beautiful thing
that I’ve ever seen.
But I was so sad.
Because all I could see in his eyes
was just sadness.
And nothing I could do to help him.
He was a boy with beautiful sad eyes.
You could see his soul through his eyes.
Just be careful.
It would break your heart.
Because no matter how hard you tried
to make him smile.
In the end you could only see sadness
in his eyes.