Haze (3/14/07)

This moment kills me

I can’t believe this peculiar thing is occurring

Your subtle lips to mine

Your gentle breath

That soft hush

Two sets of shining eyes interlocked by fate

This typecast moment for lovers is 

what I’ve been looking forward to 
for what seemed like infinity.

The sumptuous taste of your look

The irony of beauty and loneliness on those arms

This fatuous feeling of tenderness and affection

gradually coming out of our souls

The peal sound of silence

Perfectly hugs the dim moonlight

The dance of the wind

The excellent touch of the night

seems to capture this momentary bliss

It was a fathom fact

That love is ours

And no one can dictate the sway of our hearts

And then suddenly, everything flashed.

It was grey then, and now black.

And it end up transforming into white.

The moment was over

It died.

Tears fell back

Reality sank 

Something in the sky collide

Shining stars smite 

Then the cold breeze rustled a lost kiss 

And turned its head back to where it ceased.

(WROTE THIS  IN 3/14/07, I WAS 16 THEN)