You and I- Under the sky, Beneath the trees: Holding the hands, Unwilling to leave! My heart is full, Singing with the birds- The sweet melodies! My soul is filled With a very clear, Yet so strange emotion- Dancing in the breeze! Even the barren land Has ceased to grieve; The sky that was dull, The thunder so loudly heard, The rain, and those mournful cries Have now widely grinned; And pricked up the ears, Willing to hear our unvoiced notion! You and I…You and I… Under the sky, Looking at our spirit Reflected in our eyes! Embracing the love That never dies! You and I…You and I…
I wanna see the world with you; But when I see you, I see the world in you! Broken, shattered, crushed, betrayed; But still it’s my world, and it’s beautiful! It’s beautiful not because of the eyes that I’m looking into, Nor is it because of the way I’m looking at it; But still it’s beautiful. And it’s my world. My world that I love to spend my life on, My world that I love to give my life for, too. Because it’s beautiful. And it’s my world.
When I see you, I remember the last slice of pizza that I ate last week. The one that I loved the most; The one that I found hard to swallow as well! Not because it wasn’t yummy, But because I didn’t want to finish it. I don’t remember how it tasted like, But I will never forget how it set it’s seal on my taste buds.
When I see you, the air around me seems to stand still. But it’s not just about the air! Everytime I see you, my heart stops and I become speechless. But I know, I know that This heart will love you till my last breath. But you are my last breath, right?
When I see you, I wanna write poetry about love. Because you are like those poems I would never stop writing about; Nor will I ever get tired of it!
Anyway, did I tell you I wanna see the world with you? But when I see you, I see the world in you! Maybe because my world revolves around you, Or is it because you are my world? Anyway, when I see you, I see the world in you! And that’s true. Because I love you. And will always do.
They say we should be the moon in someone’s life, But I don’t want you to be the moon. Moon keeps changing it’s shape, But I don’t want you to change. Why don’t you rather be a star?
Rtistic 