Wednesday, March 23, 2016
Dare to Dream!
Labels:
black ink,
black pen,
dream,
Illustration,
ink,
sketchbook
Friday, March 18, 2016
Sunday, March 6, 2016
Cups
I tried to fill your cup
with happiness and love
I sent good vibes your way
I sat on my knees and prayed
for you to be joyous again
I fell asleep believing that my prayers will be answered
I woke up the next hour
with a pain in my chest and no happiness
I've sent you all I've got
every last bit
your sorrow became mine
and my joy was stranded somewhere between you and me
you did not accept it
you did not return it
you kept it around just incase
you took it for granted
I learned that your cup is yours and I can't fill it
and my cup is broken and only I can fix it
Monday, February 15, 2016
Rubber
We never faded
my dear
we are bright as stars
like rubber
the further we stay apart
the stronger we bounce
my dear
we are bright as stars
like rubber
the further we stay apart
the stronger we bounce
Friday, January 29, 2016
Hoping for More
when we first met
we were distant
but became friends over time
I was hoping for more
We grew closer as the days went by
I adored you when you're nice and sweet
and I would ignore you when you're mean to me
you gave me looks
of I'm hoping for more
but I'd be so mad
to even look back
Last time we met
in a crowded place
in a haze we talked
I looked into your eyes
and saw nothing there
you probably looked at mine
and met my empty stare
we talked a bit
laughed a bit
then parted ways
and neither of us hoped for more
Tuesday, January 26, 2016
Sunset
There's a gorgeous sunset
behind that tall tall building
It's there I'm sure
I see glimpses of red
here and there
the gradient of blue and purple
makes my heart dance
I'll chase it
I have to
Head west I say
There's a sunset behind that tall tall building
I bet it looks amazing from there
head west let's see
behind this tower of concrete
blue red and purple
Colors I dream of
Everyday
Monday, January 25, 2016
Magic
Sometimes I feel
like we used up all the magic
on longing weeks
on the stories in our heads
and nothing is left for us
when we meet
like we used up all the magic
on longing weeks
on the stories in our heads
and nothing is left for us
when we meet
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