You in the horizon

i see you in a distance,
your plump smile,
a thousand miles away,
i run for you,
like a tortoise,
like a rabbit,
like a horse,
like a cheetah,
as i can't resist your smile,
until i reach at the end of soil,
until i can't run anymore,
until in front of me is sea,
i stop there as i can't swim,
and still
i see you in a distance,
your plump smile,
a thousand miles away,
you in the horizon,
stick with the magnificent scenery

I am buying you a present

and all of sudden,
these weird things happen;
my head is itching, spinning and dizzing
the shop should be smaller,
my leg is jumping, jogging and running,
one hour is never enough,
my hand is picking, throwing and trembling,
the size should be smaller or you should be smaller,
my eyes are flipping, staring and stalking
i wish it is red, pink or orange,
my mouth is swallowing, praising and cursing,
the salesman is useless,
my sweat is dropping, dropping and dropping,
Oh,no!the price is killing me,
my brain is pleasing, teasing and pleasing,
maybe it is wrongly tagged,
my heart is hesitating back and forth,
will it please you?

because i'm buying you a present

Loyal legs

what will happen when suddenly
left becomes right,
and right becomes left,
and unexpectedly,
left moves forward,
and right moves backward?
will my legs lost its coordination and cross each other?
will they just become bored
and give up to move,
hoping that the destination will move instead?
those questions only produce more questions,
but my legs are my best friend,
i'm sure they will never forget,
to slow down the pace,
to give me time,
as usual,
each time when they pass your pretty house,
allow me to secretly whisper the magic words,
although as usual,
you will never notice my presence

In love with my fingers

my fingers never once entwine,
dancing on the keyboard gracefully,
O' How i really love the moment
when they step on these letters
l.o.v.e

i think i fall in love

It's fate, isn't it?

i'm not sure of how we met,
but i'm sure it's fate that we met,
after that i can't sleep anymore,
and it's fate that you can't sleep as well

to tell you the truth it's fate
that i like your cheap smell very much,
and i notice that it's fate
that it is the only fragrance you can afford

i thank god that from other man's view
it's fate that you are not beautiful
and from other girl's view,
it's fate that i'm not handsome at all

again if it is fate that i lost my hands and legs
will you take care of me?
as without hands i won't be able to caress you,
without legs i can't climb on you,
i afraid you won't recognise me anymore,
but if you still recognise me,
will you marry me?

But it was a swear

that night,
i swore a lot,
as if god never exist,
i swore in my mother tongue,
so bad that you can tell it was a nasty swear
even if you don't understand my language,
so bad that if he was murdered that night
i would be the prime suspect,
in my swear he should be in hell,
and i should be in heaven,
i swore not only for him
but for his mother,his father,
accompanying him to hell as well,
like drugs and alcohol
it keeps going on without a pull stop,
so bad that i lost my voice,
i guessed that was the end of it,
but suddenly consciousness came with the ending,
i should have smile instead