But how can I not smile,
when every time I look at you,
I see you fathering our children.



A little girl prays on her knees,
begging to God that one day she will be cherished.
She prayed that as her hair grows to her knees,
her love would also have flourished.

After years, her dreams were shattered,
her heart was hurt,
its pieces were scattered,
her hair was cut short.

She hated God.

For years her hair was kept short,
and she built herself a fort.
She took herself for a fool,
oh how could God be so cruel?

She was told that she was worthless.
She believed that she was undeserving.

A worthless woman, undeserving of love.

So many people God took away from her,
He told her to patiently wait.
Then He sent a man to her,
a man who is set to be her fate.

A man who would cherish her.

As she grows her hair again,
her love will reign,
her love will not go in vain.
Because he made her believe in love and God again.



The night has come,
Every nerve is craving for your touch.
A kiss as smooth as rum,
I hope I ask not too much.

Kiss me and let it linger,
trace it with the tip of your finger.
And then kiss me more,
after all, these lips are yours.

Every touch, every caress,
turns me into your princess.

Bind me with your spell,
that doesn’t disappear past midnight.
Even if we hear the bell,
everything is going to be alright.
Because no matter what, you’re my prince.



All sorts of dreams used to lurk in my brain when I sleep.
Weird, happy, scary dreams.
I don’t know why but my brain does that.

But recently, they stopped.
I can no longer have dreams.

I thought it was because I got a dreamcatcher, but…
it wasn’t the dreamcatcher, it was you.

Because everything that I could only dream of, you made it true.
The moment I realised you are my dreamcatcher.



I love heights.
And I love purposely falling off of a high place.

“You’re crazy,” they say.
They who never felt it and who never will.

I love it. It makes me free.
Freefalling had never felt so good until you see the horizon curved under your body.

It’s magnificent. Enthralling. Addictive.

I love you.
And I love falling in love with you more every single day.

“You’re crazy,” they say.
They who never felt it and who never will.

I love it. It makes me free.
Falling had never felt so good until it is for you.

After all, you’re magnificent. Enthralling. Addictive.

I love you.



No alcohol in my system but my heart is burning,
just a soft, gentle warmth from the fire.
No caffeine in my system but my heart is racing,
just a steady pace like a rolling tire.

Just a familiar sensation.

In the silence of the night I could hear everything.
Cars passing, hammers clanking, fan spinning.
People laughing, random knocking, my heart beating.
Well I was still alone, really, if anything.

Just a familiar sensation.

The soft warm blanket wrapped around my body.
Couldn’t even bother to make it tidy.
Staring at the blank ceiling.
Just quietly wishing for something.

Just a familiar sensation.

Winter is approaching and I am waiting,
but winter is coming slowly and it’s cold.
Now, really, what exactly am I waiting?
Probably waiting for the rest of my life, so I’ve been told.

Just a familiar sensation.

Because the nights are getting colder.



You were my dreamcatcher.
The sweet dreams I had were no longer.
It all now feels like the longest nightmare.
Full of horror, tears, and scaretale.

“Good night. Sweet dreams.”
I repeated to myself like a spell.
Your last words when you put me to bed, well,
the last night I had a sweet dream.

Being awake is like a walking nightmare.
Because in this nightmare, there’s no you.
I closed my eyes and made a wish, but it did not matter,
because even when I opened them, there’s no you.

Does she make you happier?
Does she light up your heart like a sunny day?
Does she make you feel like you’re the luckiest person?
Because you did.

Tell me how can I sleep when every nerve on my body is yearning for you?

The tears of laughter turned into just tears.
Tears, tears, tears.
Drying up on my pillow.
Painful lump of tears that I have to swallow.

Because every waking moment just reminds me how you’re not here.
Every waking moment I spend by myself.
“Morning,” I say to myself.
Because what morning is good without you here?