Knock knock knock
Hold the door don't close it yet
Together with our sincerest apologies
We bake it into a small giftie
...
My pen
Inside the drawer of my heart
Must have been years since I last wrote
Or scribbled in the field of feels
...
Been asked a lot,
'What I am waiting for? '
Seasons passed, flowers wilted,
'Isn't that enough? '
...
20 Dreary Ones
You ask me
'How are you feeling today? '
And I just laughed
How should I begin?
Oh, probably a line of sigh
Or, probably just 20 dreary ones
Much like spectating sunset on a rainy evening
Or having a cup of frozen out coffee
On a snowy Wednesday
Or throw me a royalicious meal
For that it tastes plain
Even if it tags along with vintage wine
I bet it is infested with worms
Wait, it does sound a bit disgusting now
Nevertheless, I should bounce out
From my couch now
I'm tired calming myself
With the same old songs
Putting my head out from the window
I count in my heart quietly
The days of me without you
Equalling almost
The days of me losing sleep
Even a herd of hopping baby sheeps
Can't put off the fire
Of me missing you