his eyes

i look into his eyes, i see nothing but sadness,
his glittering eyes now is in darkness,
it tells something I hardly understand,
walking so slow, doesn't know where to bound.

he open his hand, telling me to come,
i offer my hand, opened my palm,
he whisper to me so calm,
"i love you," and then he is gone!

a friend

a friend

A friend for me is someone i can trust,
who will know my present and love me with my past,
a special bond in better or worst,
a feeling of connection, surely it'll last.

an amount of secret could be a gold to her,
kept in the heart sealed with a whisper,
who shared my tears and my ambiguous laughter,
when it's over she'll tap me at my shoulder.

when someone done no good to me and  made me cry,
and yet, i am like a girl so shy,
her words are like an armor who shield and fight,
seems just for me, she's ready to die.