Wednesday, August 22, 2012

august 22 (2)

as the dusk break, night begin to fall
and the only light
came from the ever shinning moonlight
i call it the beaming skylight
some call it the nightlight
others call it twilight
many prefer call it as the midnight

life is never black or white
there are many grey area in between wrong or right
some prefer to speak while other prefer to write
never easy standing under the spotlight
performing under the limelight
just for a moment i would like to share something inside
emotional side that i long to incite

when i first met her, something inside just ignite
being beside her suddenly everything feel alright
dream came true this pretty snow white
make me her shinning knight

path was tough
and i let this princess go through tears of night
shaking in cold frostbite
lonely and in fright
at times switching off her daylight
try as i might
sometimes i fail to make her feel alright

but this princess still hold tight
pulling me back when i became a lost kite
becoming my safelight

we're not going to break cause we still beleive what we got is what we got
and we know we got it right
holding each other in sight
hand in hand holding tight
let us be each other's guide
with each other in arms we can make everything seems alright
beaming straight into finite
we will still brave the fire, walk the wire without much fright
with you around i feel so invisible
it's us against them all
with this together we stand tall
and we'll catch each other if one ever break the fall
finding ways to keep each on the track breaking every single wall

let them bring an army
let them bring a city
let them be monkey
or even donkey

road might be foggy
might not be any fancy
but i vow to not make u any lonely
words for thee
for once let me brave this story
and do my best to carry you dearly
making you feel like you are in disney
let only the tears of joy that flow through that face of ever lovely
smile like an angelic melody
shoulder you through it all safely
until i'm all wrinkly
through fifty
sixty
seventy
or even eighty
giving you my best solely

you have touched me that deeply
sorry for being silly
writting all this does sound a bit mushy
if not funny

but, finally

i dare to say, if not surely
sweetie,
you are that beauty
wanting you to be my that "only"
my little bunny
that i'm proud to make everyone envy



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