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starry night Feb 2023
loving you is like loving the sky above.
because in any state;

clear blue sky without clouds; draw a smile on my face and made my day instantly

purple-orange ish sunset sky; feels like the feeling of coming back home after a long day, give warmth and hugs to my weary heart

cloudy gray sky; letting me being gloomy and telling me it's okay to cry

starry night sky; accompanied me in the darkest hours, i could stare at and admire for hours, my late-night-talk partner

and after all, loving you is like loving the sky above; something to be admired from afar, unreachable, particularly for me.
Mrs Timetable Nov 2022
Watching you wait
Tanned from the sun
Your glistening glow
On your week grown dark shadow
In your hot white shirt
Almost too hot to touch
Sitting on a Santorini wall
Your piercing dark features
Looking for me
Waiting for me
While I watch you
An image of my thoughts
Murakami Jan 2019
With my windows tenderly open,
the moonlight, a pale marble phantom I admire
The dark light rests beside me,
unveiling a vivid urban gleam

A jet black silhouette transpires
He whispers in the dark
Porcelain lies, radiant yet feeble.
His words achingly deceive
the lights that disdain me;
belittling my affectionate delusion

Pitch dark silence, I weep as I grieve
My tears filling in everlasting secrecy of
this tragical devotion blurring out the stars

You speak with a passionless passion
Yet my world doesn't fall apart-
It makes the whole universe perish.

That night, the stars seemed to blemish.
"My first rejection"
Ferns Jul 2018
Is it not easy 
 to greet to someone
whom you never spoke
for a very long time?

Among all people,
I am the only one
you've always bypass
to talk to

I know the hindrance
why we ward off each other
just to make ourselves
escape the stigma

Curiosity gets bigger
Each time I look at you
Should I wait patiently
Or take the wheel further

One thing I could do...
All what I wanted to say,
all my thoughts about you,
are profoundly veiled


You and me
are the only ones
to know what's in...
where people shouldn't know

A storage box
of unspoken words
a birthday bag
of sweets

If you are reading this
do not assume
that I did them
Ferns Jul 2018
Words cannot just escape
Out of her thoroughly sealed mouth
Everything in time changes shape
So she finds a way to let it out

The gate is almost shut
With only two keys left
The other’s lost suddenly
Swallowed accidentally
while hiding from a hostile

The only thing left to do
Is to give a parchment
There lies a cue
Its goal is to leave someone
Whose mood is in need of enhancement


The keeper of the key sprints to the gate
Before everything is too late

Every day, in front of it, lies a letter
Often to make him feel better
sunprincess Mar 2018
In a rainforest
admiring everything green,
A blue butterfly
sarah Feb 2018
a masterpiece,
you were,
perfect in every way,
painstakingly chiseled
from stone,
every curve
made with detail
and precision.
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