October 11, 2009

Hard and light, kind and cool
Blur and bright, flawed, beautiful
What you see isn’t what you get
But what he said was what he felt
He speaks of honesty with honesty
and contradicts my perception of beauty
He feeds my soul He fills my heart
It frees my days and haunts my night
A safety blanket wrapped around my skin
I can’t help but wonder of days to come
Just when he takes my hand in his
Could it be more perfect than this?

3 comments:

betakappa said...

I think what I say,
I say what I think,
Your rhymes are gay,
They all just stink,

I never saw this side of you,
Kinda emo, and a little sad too,

Stars falling from above,
Drowning in the deep blue sea,
If Ezarina can fall in love,
Perhaps theres still hope for me.

Hugs,

Karthiben

Ezarina Aziz said...

i'll just ignore ur sarcasm and take that u viewing and commenting AND RHYMING for me is a huge compliment. Looks like u wrote a poem for me first! hehe..

p.s. lets go cendol again :p

betakappa said...

we will. in january. once i get back/.