Too Many Cups of Coffee

Too many cups of coffee, for I was never your cup of tea.

I couldn't find you at the bottom of every cup, let alone creativity.

I've went through all this over and over, consider myself drunk.

All i can find down there is pitch ebony coloured gunk.

We were like Wallace & Vega, in dreams,

Perfect for each other or so it seems.

Pumpkin & Honey Bunny, guns up in a diner.

This is a robbery, for since then my heart was never finer.

Maybe you were just another star,

you were better to be admired from a far.

For love has never forced one to fall,

to be on their knees just so one would offer to call.

Do you listen to yourself sounding so dumb and pathetic?

You ought to grow up, you ought to be realistic.

This is not a movie, enough with the romantic semantics.

None can prove affection as clear, enough with the silly antics.

"You know, this is — excuse me — a damn fine cup of coffee!"

Special Agent Dale Cooper repeatedly remarked.

Slice me some cherry pie, with ice cream on the side - and leave me to be.

I swore between us, well, i should't make a fuss … 

but i swore that something sparked.

Unfinished.

Sentence, chapters, words that dare not to get out of line.

Not to meet one another, let alone to love like monkeys on a vine.

May i jump out of these stages? Lick my thumb while turning out pages?

For this i know that we can go far if it weren't for these cages.

What will happen if the sun instead tried to kiss the moon

Dawn creeps along with desire as they brush a moment too soon

As she was the biggest star one could've imagined to ever swoon

If they were to kiss, i doubt that we'd still be humming our usual tune

To Be Happy

She wants me to write more about happy things
Like how a girl would feel towards diamond rings
Like how the dwarves would hum along when Snow White sings
Like how hormones would chatter when it comes to summer flings
Like how fishermen would scream "TONIGHT WE'LL FEAST LIKE KINGS!"
Like how kids would always become fascinated when one lets them toy with twirly metal springs
Like how a butterfly would flutter out of its cocoon and for the first time, only to admire their new set of wings
Like how one just found out that it's called an "aglet", those tip on your shoe strings
Like how so much joy a trampoline brings
But how can i when missing her doesn't hurt? no not a bit, it just stings.