Ghost of my beating heart.

Sometimes I delve into my thoughts like I delve into your brown eyes. 

Listen to my heart beating whose rhythm only spells your name.

The skin on my hand tingles in anticipation as I think about touching you. Holding you.  being embraced like a child.

I close my eyes,  trying to get a hint of your cologne.
Crazy? 
Maybe. 

But it doesn't matter.

I smile. You're here.  

Maybe not physically,  but in a deeper way.  I can feel you. Hell,  I can even see you. 

You're there with me in everything I do. May it be just a chore. I know you enough to imagine you sitting beside me with your legs tucked under you,  commenting on my very move.

Sometimes,  I can't wait to see you.
I grow restless.  But I know that it's worth it.
I sleep peacefully because I'm assured that I'll see you the next day.
It's a sweet kinda love. But it's agonizing too.

Because when you reluctantly leave my side,  the ghost of my beating heart almost runs after you only to be reined by the hope that I'll see you again tomorrow.

Keep dreaming!

Love ain't what you think.

If it doesn't make you feel immortal,
it ain't love.
If it doesn't make you feel as if you can swim a thousand miles for a kiss,
it ain't love.
If it doesn't make your heart clench with fear when you see "We need to talk."
It ain't love.
If it doesn't break you to see them break,
it ain't love.
If you don't feel like showing them off,
it ain't love.
If you don't feel as if you're the luckiest person on this galaxy,
Then, no sweetie, then it ain't love.
Love isn't measured by PDA or texts.
It measured, that's why it is love.
Love ain't easy.
It is a path of thorns where you go for the sweet release to numbness.
So is it worth it?

Apathetic.

No.
I swear, he isn't normal.
He's more than that.
Like a cool and chilling soda, that hasn't gone flat.
Colorful is his soul, his faith isn't in a leap.
He relies on his strength.
He's never weak.

Erratic are her eyes.
The darkness she holds inside is bound to go berserk.
She holds on to this world
only for the longing in her heart;
That she will find a place, where her life will start.

Apathetic and selfish, they say, are
the teenager of our gen.
For people don't see the wildness in their mind as they lift
a world worth of pain.

Pressure, pressure!
It's too much to bear.
As you ask, they say, why do you even care?
Step into their shoes, and you will see,
Care and Love is all they'll ever need.
Keep Dreaming!