Studies have become history,
And exams nightmares.
But still, your thoughts are the only things,
That my heart cares.
In the blue skies,
I look for your grace.
In my red eyes,
I look for your face.
Nowhere else,
But in my own eyes,
I saw you,
Not very clear,
For a layer of transparent love,
Stayed there,
Waiting for you.
Drawing, dreaming and crying,
Are the things I like to do.
Besides writing poems for you.
Very scared of denial I am.
But I can’t hold my breath any more.
Please don’t tear this page,
When you read,
