Alphabets and Words Dance Inside my Head

her big round eyes
her sweet smile
her cute tiny nose
her twittery voice
and that weird accent when she talks

the more i look at her
the more she consume the space in my mind
and the more jitters she put into my thoughts

i don't know if it's real
a temporary madness is more likely what i feel

it feels like something that i've felt before
that thing in my guts

what is that...
is that happiness?

-AHK-

*i'm done playing the same game
*i'm done being a 'distraction'
*keep the distance and don't do anything foolish

Runing out of paper

running out of ink

running out of thoughts

my mind is so empty that i have no idea what to think


running out of paragraph

running out of word

it feels so cold and i got nothing to hold


running out of light

running out of air

not sure i can keep up

its just too much for me to bear


Running out of purpose

Running out of patience

It's like running blindfold and even harder with your absence


running out of happines

i'm...

running out of You

-AHK-

*1st writing in 2011

*1st writing on my new qwerty