Hey you

Hey you,

whose eyes beams and glows radiating its passion

whose mind coiled up inside their own universe

whose smile's so devilish it could kill the devil itself

whose tear's mistaken as crystal

Hey you,

the one with suns and stars wrapped around,

the one whose soul is so visible it speaks language,

the one whose contagious laugh touches me instantly,

the one who left me wonder what was just happened,

Hey you,

the droplet of golden ray of sunshine,

the breezy wind on a beach,

the bright dazzling starlight,

the beautiful horizon-kissed-sunset.

Hey you,

you are my favorite kind of person.

Xoxo,

some pieces of me that left scattered by your magic

Hello, Pen Pal

Hello, Pen Pal

You were a mistake,
A glitch, in a software
A glance, which had been stolen
A forbidden place, ones like to revisit
An intoxicating drugs, once.

Now that the ties been cut,
The envelope's been torn,
The letter's been burned,
The pen's been destroyed,
The word's been hanged.

Yet, every once in a while,
At one time or another,
The touch still lingers,
The gaze still stares back,
The thought still wander,
The scars still visible.

They say mistake has never been good,
but they just haven't met you yet.



Xoxo,
thousand of unsent rumpled papers

Hello, Mr T

Hello, Mr T.

Deepest gratitude to you,
for you whose name I dont remember,
for the unexpected stunt you pulled,
for making the unfathomable words to be uttered,
for touching my life in a way I never thought was possible.

They say miracle happens every time,
and I witness it through our few seconds encounter,
simple meaningless word for some,
yet magically caught me by surprise.

It was like one of those scene in a movie,
when everything slows down,
the wind blows breezily,
the clock stops ticking,
the smile creeps unknowingly.

And instead, in return,
your touch of light,
is paid by my ungrateful act by forgetting your name,

The memory still linger though,
the memory is intangible yet real enough for me to hold,
the memory is a priceless gift one could ever give to another.

In the end,
just like what Mr William Thacker had said,
'It was nice to meet you; surreal, but nice.'



Xoxo,
A girl whom you left speechless