I wish to see you
like i see you
when i wish...
that half moon you wished upon
from behind the curtains of your empty room
firing a deep sigh
burning my world sky
i am that faraway moon,
half split
of your whole wish,
i am every bit
As you then, blink
in your circled smoke,
i sink
dancing at the melodies of your mad heartbeats
that last sip of coffee getting in between your fingers, cold
it is me! there...you have been told!
leave me no more waiting
i ran out of myself being on hold...
but as i brew in, to touch your lips
in my mystical off to you, deadly awakening trips
steamed again, i flow
just like that pregnant river of caffeinated hope
you know?
that cheap lighter you always lose
somewhere around
hard to be when needed, found
but in your ripped jeans pocket
of me, you can fill of it, a bucket
a list of fires, your eyes start with
every fat finger click, for light
that pillow which is usually, white
i am that one clear thought, bright
for the longer sleepless night
where you breathe your dreams
one by one to the velvet ceiling
in uncensored delight
with each cigarette, a flight
to where we are as wrong as right
i am the impossible, possible
when you call for the love company
i am the pixels of that perfect shot
of that sweet message you never sent
i am the final dot
you forget to write
the pen you leave by your bed
holding the empty sheet tight
those scattered thoughts, i lead...
an invading of my every breathing your name, fleet
unorganized like an army of freedom fighters
my eyes stares martyrs
arrow at your enemy all-nighters
and shoot
that unfinished book, i thug
i word myself for your eyes hug
may be i as well kindle
into that white tee, i gentle
for your poetic skin to handle
as you put on those glares i hate
take off at your love gates wide shut
ah..and that small arm cut
u cant remember when or how, but..
i was that salty drop of blood
now what
i would be it all that you can five- sense
or sixth...
i would to your love be as small as immense...
i would vanish of my world to vanish in yours
that water bottle you dearly hold
that love word you never told
that English leather chair
this life's fair unfair
i would be the squirrel by the lake for you...
and the weird bird i pray for you to once...see
filled of you...
and of me, half full
for i only wish to see you,
just like whenever you wish,
everywhere...you see me.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHAH...
