This what I like
Though it is not my plain life.
Some may say that I gained a wonderful site.
How somebody could be?
This what I mention when I'm seeing the horizon distant unseen.
Before you come to me, I understand, you love me.
Cos you were the only one
Who said this to me.
How I dare you say it again...
"I love you", and it is never enough.
The worst is not being the one,
But this is what you said, and I proudly felt.
In tears I like it,
Being in humor with a candy,
I'm proud like the best of the imagination tasties.
But I'm missing the rumors of your voice.
You singing seems to me that
Angels could just be.
So vivid like our imagination brings,
Though I did like you mentioning about me.
I don't deserve to be such designated being.
Whatever comes, comes, it is good to me.
I have discernement when I smile free.
Because no one wanna visit the land of the mutes
But I do intervened, though
To prevent the worst.
Hence (if) you don't like to write,
Very probably you like to listen.
But if you don't like to talk,
Be the one that likes to read on me.
I'd love to say the same of you
But through the interlineation
I'm sure you see.
