Kilometres.

Sound of The Sea.

As you approach closer,

Immediately I become shy.

That made me wonder,

How to convey these feelings.

My heart was like the wind.

My mind was like the waves.

I followed wherever it goes.

Unconfident, I brave myself to feel the warmth.

Somehow,

I didn't understand this feeling.

Without caring a single thing.

Time would show me answers, how long is it to get to you.

When I'm with you, 

The other part of myself is exposed.

What others seem to talk about.

Does not matter.

Because when I'm with you by this sea,

I am myself.

But for you really, 

Is it the same?

This moment felt like a dream.

You are like a ballad.

Whose melody are always guilt and sad.

But flows wherever it wants to be happy. 

Can you tell me,

What made your heart so heavy,

Like world has no place.

For you to cherish.

My heart was like the wind.

My mind was like the waves.

I followed wherever it goes.

Unconfident, I brave myself feel the warmth.

Somehow,

It felt painful to fall in love.

Running away from the reality.

Perhaps time would show me to understand more about you.

When I'm with you,

All my sadness lost its secrecy.

All the words of gossips.

Can't cool my ego off.

Because when I'm with you by this sea,

I am myself.

But for you really, 

Is it the same?

The world stops when I saw your hair flows by the wind,

Your eyes still sleep-like one and half.

Beautifully stood by the wind.

Your stubborn lips I'd dare to kiss.

But for you really, 

Do you feel the same? The world stops?

When I'm with you,

I don't need anyone to tell your flaws.

You are special.

I don't know if we are connected by this sea, the wind, the sky.

But for you really, 

Do you feel the same?

For you really,

Is it the same?

Asyraf Amir. 20130817.

Kilometres

In the purple sunrise on the horizon,

I woke up in the breeze of the morning dew.

Watching you lying down next to me,

The you who smiled, slept as untouched for centuries.

Smiling; pillowed under my arms.

Your scent, black hair blew against me by the wind from the windowsill.

So soft, smooth as silk, fragrant as lavenders in Hollander.

Your hands moved slowly,

So as to cover your two valleys of wonder.

While I wait the moment of two eyes,

Staring each other.

Smiling, starkingly sweet saying:

“Bonjour, mon cheri.”

(Good morning, sweetheart.)

Asyraf Amir. 20130707.

Years to Come.

I see your bright smile,

And it wasn't for me.

So I brought myself with my very own happiness.

I tried to jugged off everything about you.

I can't.

Wishing for a chance to change,

Which never did came.

How is it so,

Remembering probably I didn't have a chance.

To make you even more happy.

Our fate does not come in a straight line.

So I nodded. 

Probably our destiny is different.

But being so far away, I can't lie.

I miss you.

"It's okay."

I said, with a quiet voice to myself.

But if you were next to me,

Would you shower your warmth to me?

This cold winter.

Made my hands numb as heart.

Being alone from now on.

My voice becomes weaker.

"Thank you"

Is all I wanted to say back then.

For the memoirs we had.

And "I'm sorry"

Is all I wished to say,

For the things I failed you.

But now I saw you're happy.

Dancing in the spring.

With a person whom I knew not.

But who knows better,

For years to come,

Call my name,

In the future.

And I'll be there for you. 

Asyraf Amir. 20130527.

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To fill up your wonders in your head:
It was written long time ago. I just thought it be good to fill up the spaces in this blog.
The last one was written in May 27th. Even if it was this year, still.

Oh yeah. My left middle finger. Fractured. Still swollen.

Haha. :)
Asyraf Amir.