Pieces of Her (Poetries Only)

- 07 | Her, She

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She doesn't want to be seen,
it makes me love her more when she grins.
She'd prefer to have her name in the books,
rather than to be watched by her amazing looks.

She loves to be under the sky,
never minding if its already night.
She prefers it that way,
that's what she loved the most.
She'd always say,
"I love the stars and moon."

She prefers iced-coffee rather than milktea and frappe,
she doesn't wanna take compliment,
it would make her laugh.
She doesn't know she's perfect,
everytime I say that, she'd cringe as the effect.

I love her hair,
I love its smell.
I love her eyes,
always, even when the sun dies.
Her hands upon mine that seemed rough,
against her soft and innocent touch.

I love everything about her,
I have crumpled a thousand of papers,
to confess everything I am,
to say to her about how I truly feel.

That I'd give up everything in time
just so I could make her mine.
I'm willing to be her moon,
so upon my charm she'd swoon.

I fervently prayed,
because I became her prey.
I am caged, couldn't get out
upon her charms that is so bright.

Oh, how I wish I was the moon.
But I forgot, oh, I lost a joint.
Moon's not bright enough,
I forgot, I was dumb.

It has always been the sun.
I forgot, it was the brightest one.
When the day shines –
I'd be forgotten, I am forgotten.
Because here the bride comes.
By her side was her groom with all smiles.
Her sun, her light.
Upon that, I ran a thousand miles.