melondacosta

heart pounds as eyes catch the glimpse of yours
seeing you in the distance,
my eyes ascertain the zest you bring,
and lights with full of colors,
yet the colors remain unheard.

but,the sound of pounding heart
mixed colors aftermath,
captivates the nimble doves.

bitterness of colors is veiled
as eyes capture the sweetness.
are they really sweet?
why i cant savor it?

allow me to touch your heart,
so i can fondle the colors,
needless,
to seek in the dark pitch,
waiting the pebble to babble,
wind tastes like wine
oh,
colors are so tangible.

blow the glitters with thousand colors,
allow the touch tote the sweetness into me.
there,
all senses triggered
rainbow doubles its colors,
dropping pin becomes so thunderous,
and sweets taste even sweeter

working in th office is killing me slowly and harrowingly… uh,.. i’ve got to deal with the foreign students.. write letters.. do this.. do that.. unclaimed overtime… durh.. luckily the staffs here are benign and caring.. they willingly teach me how to write letters, and deal with the big cheese which i guess the most dificult part in tis IR department..