i don't know what the words 'bond', 'siblings' or 'family' means to you.

I saw the tattoo you had,
sad looking, blunt in colour.
The look on the lady,
told me everything.

You said it was nothing,
nothing was a lie.
The tattoo on your arm,
told me everything.

I tried to ask,
I tried to find out everything,
but you just kept quiet.

'Form of art..' was all you said,
or at most,
scars of lies.

I never really understood,
the meaning behind it all..
The pain, the suffering behind it all.

Sadly, the tattoo,
told me everything.

As time past, we grew closer.
Secrets of ours became known to each other.

Broken to pieces,
you came, took what others had destroyed
and made it whole.

Your selfless love,
your kind heart,
your act of kindness,
forever remembered,
The One.

what lurks in the city,
cruel and forsaken,
in need of forgiveness,
in need of love.

what lurks in the city,
a cry for love,
a need for embrace,
a shout for hatred,
a greed that never stops.

what lurks in the city,
a lost boy,
a broken couple,
a destiny to be found.

what lurks in the city,
you tell me..

isn't it time for those tears of conflict to brim and fall down those cheeks of yours?
when will it stop raining, its been cold, too cold for the longest time.
why does the rain choose to fall upon me, should i lose myself in it?
the rain does not know how to stop, it continues to fall as always,
while, in this umbrella you gently held to me, i snuggle towards your warmth.

"Dream of me", she said as she hung up the phone
"Dream only of me my love, and me alone"
And later that night, when his body hit the bed,
Visions of her beauty danced through his head

His first dream of her was in Paris, along the Champs Elyesses
Dancing with the night, playing hide-and-seek with the day
The beauty of her face reflected in his eyes
Never before had he felt so happy, never before had he felt so alive

His next dream of her was paradise, it looked like Belize
There they drank Pina Coladas and lived a life of ease
The beauty of her body reflected in the sun
It was then that he knew in his heart that she was the only one

His last dream of her was the best of the three
It was a vision of the one thing that he hoped someday would be
The warmth of her body next to him, reflected in candlelight
He longed for it to be like this, each and every night

He rose from his dream in the middle of the night
Stretching out his arms and rubbing the sleep from his sight
And as he moved slowly from his bed
He stopped, and noticed on his chest, her head

Your eye
which first held me captivated
where I stood.

Your smile
to dazzle the sun
and warm every corner of my soul.

Your voice
like a sparkling mountain stream
which flows into my heart.

Your walk
and the way your gracefulness
takes my breath away.

Your hair
about which I dreamed
cascading into my face
as you leaned over me.

Your hands
whose caress I crave
to hold my face
in their tenderness.

Your arms
I long to have around my neck
as you pull me close
to your warmth.

Most of all
everything you are
changed the way I feel about my life.
I love you.

beside you is where i want to be,
where i am, all that i see is your back.
this bus ride is long, this bus is empty,
yet we're steated so far apart.

would i be weird i sat near you,
beside you, next to you.
the thought is killing me.

the courage to walk over,
that i so dearly need,
I've lost it, misplaced it.

there you are, falling asleep,
''Opps! becareful, its bumpy.''
all i can do, is care from afar..

(alternative ending)

often i see you with him,
i want to be there,
instead of him, or being him.
often talking to others,
don't you feel left out by him?

in human relationships, distance is not measured by kilometres, but trust. when trust is broken, distance increases. as distance increases, miscommunication increases.