I love you but then
I don’t know when
I need to relent
so you could bend
.
.
so you could bend
I need to relent
I don’t know when
I love you but then..
.
.
.
I love you but then
I don’t know when
I need to relent
so you could bend
.
.
so you could bend
I need to relent
I don’t know when
I love you but then..
.
.
.
where there is heaven
up above us darling
and hell below
where there is the unknown
up above us darling
and suffering below
be in the middle
with me darling
though it feels crampy
be in the middle
with me darling
it is crampy but safe..
.
.
.
me, of tang descent
you, a sung origin
on the footbridge
where I found myself
our destiny pulsates
droplets of you
pelted my skin
.
as you streamed pass
your dew fertilize
the entire yonder
re-enacting the spirit
of our abled ancestors
in awe, I whenced
the carps understood..
.
.
.
as moonlight glows
the fireflies tend
to your radiance
.
.
as bamboo grows
they somehow bend
but never break..
.
.
.
there is something
wonderfully happy
yet sad about us
.
but we are happy
while they are not
so should we bother?
.
for those who never
dwell in the happiness
of others are a sad lot
who breeds calamity
and misery and thus
they dwell in sin
.
they are not worthy
they are but intruders
they will never fit in..
.
.
.
you inspired me
to walk the path with you
you exuded
a zest quite unlike others
you are cute
ever more so vulnerable
when gushed
with overwhelming pride
as you rubbed
your conservativeness
all over me
I love unconventionality
you inspired me
and thought me worthy
.
let us walked on..
.
.
.
fate
glued you to me
with no plasters
but with an avalanche
of sticky sand
all over our feet
.
fate
glued you to me
with no binders
but with an avalanche
of sticky wind
all over our skin
.
and we hugged
the fate of a lifetime
my sweet ocean
without footing back
to that stickiness
we actually dread..
.
.
.