Please charge me guilty
For killing time relentlessly
For every words I promised but never did,
Every chances I’ve risked but took for granted.
How many times it has been
That I may not be lis’ning
Your words are my remedy
I would never forget.
Now after this mishap
This wishful thinking –
Come back to me again,
She can feel the steel kissing her skin
As the blood drips fast and unruly
Now her wrist are left with trails
Of adversity and society’s verdict
Steady now, my ill-fated love
Doves are with you as you fly above
There is something indescribable
In a way we feel content
With crashing waves and sand under our feet
Like how the wind touches our skin
With the glowing sun and us, underneath.
How beautiful it is to stay sane
In the middle of deafening metal bands
And indie music;
Red cups and trash packs.
Places we run to, people we confide
We almost lose track of time
Now, I want to hide
Is it wrong to want something so bad your heart longs for it?
Like eating shrimps when you have allergies,
beating the red light on narrow streets
Is it wrong to wish I was the one you were staring at
along the crowded place and music rites
You look so fine, all I did was sigh