and there will come a day, when you’d be family

and oh my love,
i think about you
every time

i accomplish
something

only to
wish you were
right here
as a part of my life

just so i could share, my love

this happiness
that oh i feel

for even if
i dont know you still

oh i know
that there will come a day, my love
when you’d be family

with love.


and so what if, i dare dream?

wishing on eyelashes

and oh my love,

every eyelash

that oh, i ever came across

carried

my one and only wish


that oh, there will come a day

when, oh my love

i’d have you

sitting on my lap; smiling


while you’d be

looking


just as beautiful,

as you always have


only for me
too

place my lips

wherein


they know,

that they will smile the most


and oh,
how beautiful would it all be, my love?

oh, just how beautiful would it all really be?


with love.


and if i could write for, one last time

and if i could write for,
one last time
i’d write, so as to tell
that girl
that oh, i stumbled upon
around here
as to how much really
did i want to
paint myself
in her exquisite eyes

and if i could write for,
one last time
i’d write about
giving the biggest hug
to that girl
who oh, just so heartbreakingly wrote
about her crying
herself to sleep
on a night,
wherein
all that she needed
was to be held

and if i could write for,
one last time
i’d write,
so as to tell
that girl
who oh was shamed
for having big breasts
as to how
she was perfect
just the way she is

and if i could write for,
one last time
i’d write,
so as to tell
that girl
who oh believed herself
to be useless
that oh she isn’t
and
that oh she can


the first stanza,

talks about a girl, that i read around here, who had the prettiest eyes, that oh, i had ever seen, such that i couldn’t help but dream of painting myself within them.

the second stanza,

talks about a girl, who oh shared parts to her, that were just so heartbreaking, that after having read her, all that i wanted to do, was to give her a big hug.

the third stanza,

talks about a girl, who shared as to how she was shamed and called names, just because she had big breasts, such that she began to hate them, wanting to change, knowing not that oh she was perfect, just the way she is.

the fourth stanza,

talks about a girl, who wrote as to how she thought of her to be absolutely useless, when oh she just wasn’t.

with love.

wish

and out of all the hundred wishes
that oh, i make in a day
a hundred and one
of them, my love
are just me wishing,

to be able to be with you