Wednesday, April 24, 2013

One Less Lonely Man

Streets are empty, sellers are packing up
Skies are blank, stars are on vacation
My trench coat,
Offers the only companionship in the silent detour
I hop to find the distant noises I caught
A night parade of balloons and clowns
Unwillingly I crawl myself to it
Trying to seek for redemption

Then I met you, standing amid the crowd
You seem to be a little bit blurry
I offer you my hot beverage

And all, it seems like yesterday

It's impossible
I'm in love again
I thought I'm going to die a lonely man
How was I to know
You never told me

Wiping my eyes
Pinching my cheek
I can't believe
I'm putting this ring into your finger
I thought we were just only friends
How was I to know
You never told me

I should have seen it coming
I should have read the signs
And a little less foolish
I'm sorry I am bit tardy
For that I'm by myself all along
Today, and never, I will not
If with you


Written 0020 24/4/2013
Co-written with Vittaya Boon
UTP

Thursday, April 4, 2013

Seven Springs, Eight Autumns

Gazing your face under the sky of full moon brighten with stars, 
Sometimes it makes my heart forget how not to skip a beat
I'm thankful for not that you love me
I'm thankful that I found you instead

As time grows
So does our memories, and our feelings
I don't hope for anything
Just that my love has you and me
And that matters even the world lost it charms

That is not enough, I say,
I call the lawyer, the pastor, the best man, the flower girls,
Holding her both warm wrinkled hands,
And her eyes are beautiful as the first day I met her
I unfold the paper and say,
"I have you for what I still considered a short time,
But it feels like 100 years had passed
And God that is just not enough
So I would like to be with you
For another 100 years"

Seven springs, eight autumns,
You left me last winter,
The snow angels weep, wondering where did it go wrong,
Nope, the love burns, the passion shines,
Too bad, He needs her back to heaven

Sometimes, I ask God
"Why me"
But when I look at your face on that very tombstone,
Quietly, I say to God
"It doesn't matter, because I had her"



Written 3/4/2013 2143 UTP
Published 4/4/2013 1429 UTP

Originally inspired by a short advertorial and anniversary wedding of an old couple