M U L A N

  I dream of you last night You were coming back home to me You were smiling at me when you see my face We had a talk We laughed, I cried, and you comfort me When I'm with you, I feel safe. But when I woke up this morning You weren't here There's no text from you And I'm all alone With the blood and bruises If this what it takes to see you again I would do it again in a heartbeat You're my muse You inspired me to write again It makes me feel close to you It's like I could feel your presence with me It's like we're strolling in there and enjoy the words You're my rose I know you guard yourself with all the thorns I don't mind bleeding my hands so I could hold you close to me Even with the thorns You are beautiful to me You're my home A home where I could cry and feel safe A home where I could rant everything to you Because you always know what words to give to me And I would run to you I would stay with you During the storm, winter, spring and

I know it is too early to write you a poem. Somehow, I just want to write something about you. I don't want to keep suppress this feeling anymore. I need to let it out. I just wish you would be here and say, "Thoughts on anything? I'm here to listen." There are so many things that I want to say. So many feelings that I need to let it out. And I just need you to come back and be here again. I used to hate when you call me using that particular nickname, and now I miss it.  I miss everything the way it used to be.