My Best Times

My best times are not as infinite as the stars above this frosted night,
nor is it as long as forever,
but how I prayed so much for it to be.

They are as small as a single tear.
So small yet so precious and irreplaceable,
so fragile yet every drop is so much memorable.

My best times may not be as happy as others.
But on these times my heart screams the loudest.
For I am with her, and that is all that matters.

On these times, the nights are most beautiful.
And on these times I rest so calmly on her,
as if I never rested before.

I hold her, so dearly. Hold her as close as though I'll never let go.
Kiss her and kiss her for every fragment of a time that passes.
And in every kiss and in every touch is a whisper of how much I love her.

Through these ordinary days, I think of her. I miss her.
I long for every smile in her deep eyes,
for every trail of the sweet scent of her hair,
for every comfort in her touch,
for every warmth in her embrace.

How could I not yearn for her in my arms.
Remembering those memories could never be sweeter and agonizing.
And waiting could never be longer.

My best times are not as infinite as the stars above this frosted night,
nor is it as long as forever.

They are moments spent with her under the most beautiful sky.

swept aside

Less and less and less have become
of once were endless dreams and promises
Were you left to think alone
Were you left standing swept aside and weeping

When all that's left
is a memory of what was there
spare me the tears and pity
Runaway runaway till everything goes numb

Were we really made to fly that high?
or did we just made it that way
Only to find our feets slowly touching the ground
less and less of what was there

Did reality caught up with you
or did a landslide brought you back away
Away from the choking sensation of what we had
Away from the alchemy of feelings we never knew before

Swept aside
Crashed and empty
Less and less have become
of what was before endless
We should've never flown that high