I Will Never Get To Tell You

I will never get to tell you
This feeling
I have for you
The joy that you bring
Every time I speak to you

The ecstasy that I feel
Hearing your giggle
The tiredness that you killed
And take me off this world,
With bliss and serenity,
You been showering me,
While gloomy and misery,
Being murdered inside of me.

You didn’t know all that,
As those are secret facts,
Badly as I wanted to,
I will never get to tell you.

Miss Sunflower

Another piece written for a close friend of mine, Siam Aouchi

Talks about insanity,
Let me introduce you this lady,
Who I know less than a year,
But it feels like forever.

Casablanca is where she’s from,
Loves to party from night till dawn,
Prefer being simple yet stunning,
Hard to stop once started talking.

But above all those,
There is something you must know,
Shoved away her craziness,
She is among the nicest.

A good companion,
Especially in time of need,
As you will never be abandon,
With advices she will feed.

Sunshine, as some calls her,
She loves to bring sounds of laughter,
Sunflower as her favourite flower,
Similar, she often out-shined those around her.

To know her is a pleasure,
Being a close friend is even better,
Siam Aouchi, Miss Sunflower,
I hope you’ll stay like this, forever.

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