Boy, I've got tons of letters not yet arranged into a suitable sequence about how this chatty heart beats for you.
As the clock is ticking, this soft and strong muscle also does, but faster than time whenever you are around.
Tell me how to freeze every split second whenever I see those eyes, coz I'd like to linger longer than what I deserve.
I somehow have remorse that I opened up my heart unto you and put its desires into plain poetry written on a paper by a bad handwriting.
Now I couldn't even look straight through you and feed my soul with smiles and joy that only you can fill to the brim just by your overwhelming presence.
Behind this curve you draw on my lips is the emptiness drowning me every day because I am Nobody to Somebody whom I adore.
I don't need care from you neither affection, coz for sure it will be out of mercy. I know I will stay Nobody from the first to the last day.
Just let me see you, for now, as the best ballpen found in a bookstore. And let me be the unspoken thoughts I'll fathom by myself into constellations, transformed into lovely words.
Squeeze this beating heart until it bleeds no more. Hurt me with deafening silence until I can bear it no more.
One day, I will just laugh my lungs out reminiscing this beautiful stupidity I once had.