At Its Best
By: BSE 401- English

Strings of memories haunt this dame
Circle of friends grow in fain
Threads of destiny we're woven
Bundles are joy by sorrow's striden

Gray room hides curves in our face
Proofs of obstacles embrace
Standards are set for any movement
For pale habits are of no moment

Walls and ceilings witness the bond
Hatreds blown by the winds so fond
Grains of dust can even attest
Bar light of knowledge flaring at its best

Cobwebs along with the times we endure
In screw of sanity decisions unsure
But Masking tape paves its way
Cracked journeys in soon array

Like water making a pipe rust
Friendship can't live without trust
For we are wings of butterflies
Absence of one takes us no high

Clovers

Standing in front of the mirror

I pretend to wear a smile

Concealing the pain I feel inside

Trying to move on for a while.

I'm asleep but I'm awake

I said I don't love you but it's fake

You said we'll be counting stars together

Keeping each other's heart until the end of time.

In the sweet garden, surrounded by green, lovely clovers

With you, I felt I was one of them

You picked one and I started to wonder

When you put it on my ear like a flower.

Your little brown eyes and your sweet, dainty smile

Made me stop and stare at you for a while

We sang our song, I loved it for so long

I thought it wouldn't end our time.

But now, those things are over

Our song is an unfinished harmony

And the cloverleaf that reminds me of our forever

Withered, like your love that seemed to never loved me.

But despite the pain I want you to know

No matter where you are, I'm still willing to go

To search for you and for the missing piece

Of my longing heart and seal it with a kiss.

In the sweet garden, surrounded by green, lovely clovers

That remind me how you loved me somehow

I hope and pray, that when I pick one

Is the way you'll be back and say, "You're still the one."