Dec 29, 2010

Cold fingertips and toetips,
Soft chords on the ear,

Mild filtered yellow light,
Through the folds of thick paper,

A drop here, and a drop there,
On the window, behind the blinds,

Naught, but a pillow and a blanket,
to keep you warm.

Dec 19, 2010

The girl with kaleidoscope eyes.

She was my first crush.
I liked her nose-ring.
I liked her principles. 

She stood out in a sea of faces.
I still remember that she wore red.
We had one date.

She was a happy girl.
She liked colors.
She liked slow walks.

She wrote a poem for me.
I wrote a song for her.
I owe her a date.

She knows about all the others.
She knows about me.
She feels like home.

Dec 17, 2010

Yesterday after a long day's exam I sat on one of them high stools near the coffee shop. My feet were dangling, and couldn't reach the ground. It felt SO nice. I couldn't remember being that happy in the recent past.

There's a reason some things don't have a reason. :)