It would say your name,
constantly, devotedly, hopelessly.

What's yours?

"THE THIEF AND THE LIVING"

You call me to play,
I thought I was a player
but I am the game.

You told me to stay
after you call me lady,
You grab me a star
after you call me beauty.
You step for another move,
Oh you are good,
I just simply follow your lead
I was nearly fooled.

You gave me every word I need
You said you'll never leave,
You made me think that it was easy to breathe
Your goal was almost achieved.

You call me to play,
I thought I was a player
but I am the game.

Your mission was to steal one thing from me,
I was still innocent, I still know nothing,
I thought it was just a simple robbery,
I never thought you wanted this heart beneath my chest that's beating.
You step closer,
Your eyes met mine,
Then a snap turns the story,
Your looks is the sign.
I don't see sincerity
but a deceiving eye,
Beyond your smiles and comfort
is a one great lie.

You chose me
cause you know I'm an easy prey,
You hold me
letting me feel like you'd really stay.
I once fall from that charms
but my alarms already roar,
You thought I'd fall for it again
No baby boy, not anymore.

You call me to play,
I thought I was a player
but I am the game.

Now I am awake,
I am here to change your own play,
Once before I am the game,
but it's not your choice what character I should portray.
I'm not a psycho,
who'll seek for revenge and turn insane,
But I'm a lover,
who once admire the player of this game.

In fact, I'll run and find a mirror for you,
to help you reveal of what you've become,
I'll even offer a map,
to help you realize how far you've reached when yourself was gone.

I'm not doing this all because I am kind,
But because I am not like you,
Yes you lie and nearly rob me,
But I am a human unlike the way you grew.
I won't promise I'll be gentle
Oh I'll slap you hard while taking side with the truth,
You need to face the consequence of your crime
so this game won't be ending smooth.

You started this game,
and You'll be ending it,
It will be rough for you,
But it's you who fell to your own pit.

Well good for you
You find a good match,
I'm the right game for you
To make you and your thief self detached.
Now move forward
and don't go stealing again,
No one's a winner, but you lose
And this is how the game end.

I'm still learning tho.

@Miss_Imperfect Coz maybe the people they met is easy to love, where they've seen their worth beyond from what eyes could see.

I keep finding myself writing your name
randomly at any day,
I keep finding myself listening to your favourite song,
humming and singing along,
I keep finding myself reading your favourite book,
not my interest but I keep getting hooked,
I keep finding myself remembering your face,
your smile, the details of every trace,
I keep finding myself getting lots of courage then look for you
keep getting disappointed, but I still do,
I keep finding myself wishing for a rain,
But really to wish to see you again.

For the days, months, and years that I keep loving the same person whom I meet rarely, I cheered silently, and I loved deeply.

(And for all of the times we met at the sidewalk under the rain)

I am dying inside,
I am crushed and refined,
I am a puzzle who lost its pieces,
But like everyone around,
I wear a mask of a happy face,
Not because I wanted to show the world a fake bravery,
But because I decided not to choose myself,
I chose the people I love,
I chose the people who love me.
That's why I said
I'm fine for you not to worry.

"The Ceiling"

I think there's something wrong with our ceiling.

It's the first thing I saw when I woke up in the morning, and the last thing before I go to sleep.
It's filled with dust and unclean, and since creativity is a twin of mine, I have this wild imagination in my mind and sooner became intriguing to me. Sometimes I see shapes formed from the dust and scratches, it's sometimes a square, a heart, a cloud, a hand, sometimes it's an animal, sometimes it's a math equation or a food, but the most interesting I could see is the unknown form, a mysterious face-form that portrays different expression, sometimes it's laughing, sometimes it's angry, sometimes it's just serious, and sometimes no expression at all.

Whenever the night comes, I stare at it, the unknown form keeps increasing, I sometimes just ignore and sleep, sometimes I think about it too much. Then one day when I did something wrong or bad and no one knows about it, the ceiling knew. It witness everything, from my morning ritual to my night meditation, from how I work and study to how I get stressed and tired, it witness everything, and so before I go to sleep, I look at it again, another unknown form added and it's happy, it's happy how I gave up easily, how I shut my door from the world, how I love being alone, how I overthink, how crazy I am, how I hide and live inside, it's happy, they are all laughing and celebrating at my apathy and misery. They increased as my patheticness increases.

I remember about they said that we all have demons inside, so then I figured that not all our demons are living inside of us, because sometimes they're in our ceiling, lovingly witnessing and observing how we silently die from our agony, faults, flaws, misery and mistakes, and intently listening to us then whispered all the evilness we could absorb.

And it's all up to us, whether to take it, listen, obey and please it, or not.

Roses are red,
It's always been unrequited,
Violets are blue,
It's always been you.

I don't know anything about you.
We are just a strangers coincidentally bumped into each other.
But recently,
You made me caught a glimpse of your mystery world.
Then after,
You just constantly crossing into my mind.
That glimpse make me crave for more.
You opened the curiosity I've been warning to myself.
I shouldn't.
Can't let my emotions win over me.
But the glance that only took a second,
was more powerful than I thought.

"Who are you?"
I need answers.
But my courageous side turns opposite.
I even feared the thought of taking that step towards you.
I can't explain why I suddenly felt nervous.
It's just a step.

I'm just curious to know,
right?
It's just curiosity, right?

The meetings were nearly over.
We might not bump into each other again.
No more of that glimpse.

You're a whole mystery I've been wondering to solve.
But I chose to step back.
I'm sorry, I'm going to play safe.
Because I can risk my mind to a millions of wonder,
But not my heart to a possible ache.

Thank You for the thrilling glances.

To My Stranger,
From Your Coward Admirer

"The Ceiling"

I think there's something wrong with our ceiling.

It's the first thing I saw when I woke up in the morning, and the last thing before I go to sleep.
It's filled with dust and unclean, and since creativity is a twin of mine, I have this wild imagination in my mind and sooner became intriguing to me. Sometimes I see shapes formed from the dust and scratches, it's sometimes a square, a heart, a cloud, a hand, sometimes it's an animal, sometimes it's a math equation or a food, but the most interesting I could see is the unknown form, a mysterious face-form that portrays different expression, sometimes it's laughing, sometimes it's angry, sometimes it's just serious, and sometimes no expression at all.

Whenever the night comes, I stare at it, the unknown form keeps increasing, I sometimes just ignore and sleep, sometimes I think about it too much. Then one day when I did something wrong or bad and no one knows about it, the ceiling knew. It witness everything, from my morning ritual to my night meditation, from how I work and study to how I get stressed and tired, it witness everything, and so before I go to sleep, I look at it again, another unknown form added and it's happy, it's happy how I gave up easily, how I shut my door from the world, how I love being alone, how I overthink, how crazy I am, how I hide and live inside, it's happy, they are all laughing and celebrating at my apathy and misery. They increased as my patheticness increases.

I remember about they said that we all have demons inside, so then I figured that not all our demons are living inside of us, because sometimes they're in our ceiling, lovingly witnessing and observing how we silently die from our agony, faults, flaws, misery and mistakes, and intently listening to us then whispered all the evilness we could absorb.

And it's all up to us, whether to take it, listen, obey and please it, or not.

I keep finding myself writing your name
randomly at any day,
I keep finding myself listening to your favourite song,
humming and singing along,
I keep finding myself reading your favourite book,
not my interest but I keep getting hooked,
I keep finding myself remembering your face,
your smile, the details of every trace,
I keep finding myself getting lots of courage then look for you
keep getting disappointed, but I still do,
I keep finding myself wishing for a rain,
But really to wish to see you again.

For the days, months, and years that I keep loving the same person whom I meet rarely, I cheered silently, and I loved deeply.

(And for all of the times we met at the sidewalk under the rain)

@Miss_Imperfect Coz maybe the people they met is easy to love, where they've seen their worth beyond from what eyes could see.

"THE THIEF AND THE LIVING"

You call me to play,
I thought I was a player
but I am the game.

You told me to stay
after you call me lady,
You grab me a star
after you call me beauty.
You step for another move,
Oh you are good,
I just simply follow your lead
I was nearly fooled.

You gave me every word I need
You said you'll never leave,
You made me think that it was easy to breathe
Your goal was almost achieved.

You call me to play,
I thought I was a player
but I am the game.

Your mission was to steal one thing from me,
I was still innocent, I still know nothing,
I thought it was just a simple robbery,
I never thought you wanted this heart beneath my chest that's beating.
You step closer,
Your eyes met mine,
Then a snap turns the story,
Your looks is the sign.
I don't see sincerity
but a deceiving eye,
Beyond your smiles and comfort
is a one great lie.

You chose me
cause you know I'm an easy prey,
You hold me
letting me feel like you'd really stay.
I once fall from that charms
but my alarms already roar,
You thought I'd fall for it again
No baby boy, not anymore.

You call me to play,
I thought I was a player
but I am the game.

Now I am awake,
I am here to change your own play,
Once before I am the game,
but it's not your choice what character I should portray.
I'm not a psycho,
who'll seek for revenge and turn insane,
But I'm a lover,
who once admire the player of this game.

In fact, I'll run and find a mirror for you,
to help you reveal of what you've become,
I'll even offer a map,
to help you realize how far you've reached when yourself was gone.

I'm not doing this all because I am kind,
But because I am not like you,
Yes you lie and nearly rob me,
But I am a human unlike the way you grew.
I won't promise I'll be gentle
Oh I'll slap you hard while taking side with the truth,
You need to face the consequence of your crime
so this game won't be ending smooth.

You started this game,
and You'll be ending it,
It will be rough for you,
But it's you who fell to your own pit.

Well good for you
You find a good match,
I'm the right game for you
To make you and your thief self detached.
Now move forward
and don't go stealing again,
No one's a winner, but you lose
And this is how the game end.

@Mickeyyyyy I would want a painless death where I'll just lie down then sleep ... forever.

It would say your name,
constantly, devotedly, hopelessly.

What's yours?

Dear Cupid,
Next time, be prepared, and hit us both (please).

"Cupid sometimes runs out of arrows and only shoots one person instead of two."
- Anon

I don't know anything about you.
We are just a strangers coincidentally bumped into each other.
But recently,
You made me caught a glimpse of your mystery world.
Then after,
You just constantly crossing into my mind.
That glimpse make me crave for more.
You opened the curiosity I've been warning to myself.
I shouldn't.
Can't let my emotions win over me.
But the glance that only took a second,
was more powerful than I thought.

"Who are you?"
I need answers.
But my courageous side turns opposite.
I even feared the thought of taking that step towards you.
I can't explain why I suddenly felt nervous.
It's just a step.

I'm just curious to know,
right?
It's just curiosity, right?

The meetings were nearly over.
We might not bump into each other again.
No more of that glimpse.

You're a whole mystery I've been wondering to solve.
But I chose to step back.
I'm sorry, I'm going to play safe.
Because I can risk my mind to a millions of wonder,
But not my heart to a possible ache.

Thank You for the thrilling glances.

To My Stranger,
From Your Coward Admirer

@Whatever77 Yes, you too <3 Everything will be fine soon, it's always like that.