A Poem that doesn't Rhyme

I'm growing eye bag in spending hours,
It's really freakin' hard to think what to write.
I'm sweating arms and counting dust,
To come up with the words I want to tell the man.

If I were the glass from where you drink wine,
I'd put a glue so I'm forever stuck on you.
If I were a dog, as cute as Don,
I'd bark at you 'till you notice I'm forlorn.

But you're busy sweetie, I'm not the priority,
So I won't call 'cause this might end in tragedy.
But if you, again, remember me,
My Skype is up, tease me, hug me, and sing to me.

But, honey, you don't sing to this young lady,
So I thank DJ Noah for 'The New ABC' (yeah)
Have you deleted the Ozaki song I recorded?
Please, OMG! Don't make me feel depleted.

I thank the company that gave me opportunity
To meet this fossil that is ever so busy.
He's strong as a lion, and roars like a tiger,
But soft as butter, like how birds twitter.

Now, he doesn't reserve lessons with me,
I do not need to save the last rooms for him.
But every night, the subject's like Sociology,
Mostly Anthropology, and a bit of Psychology.

I remember the time when he made me half-crazy,
When he delicately proved his love to me.
He isn't just a man of dignity and wit,
But also of love that is undeniably sweet.

It's half past four and I can't fall asleep.
I wonder if the prince still thinks of me.
But more than that, I hope he's at ease.
Later, I'll just dream of him, chatting with me.

I miss his smile and I miss his laugh
And his compassionate heart that I always love.
It's funny when he pictures the nail as 'T'
And calls his master when he's about to hug me.

I noticed his picture on Skype had changed
I asked where he was and who they were.
(Now, I have a copy of that memory to keep)
From here, we started to exchange words 'till 3.

From him, I learned a lot of worthy things.
For him, I try to be great as a king.
(Or maybe not) Sir, of course, I'm just kidding. ^^
I'll be great for myself, and that's what I believe in.

I'm reading your words, as if I were in a masquerade,
With sugary magic, like promises, that will never fade.
When you said that you tend things to really happen,
Was it just a kind of Turkish delight which sends believers to heaven?


I can't believe myself, I cried for the first time, again,
After a long time since I broke up with my first boyfriend.
For the hundredth time I re-read your beautiful words.
But I might just stop it, melancholy is getting worse.

I miss you and I hope to see you soon.
I miss you and I hope to talk you soon.
I miss 'good nights' and 'lullabies' before bedtime,
'My sleeping beauty' and 'my Angel' like you're holding me tight.

Nothing more beautiful than seeing you in Singapore soon.
Now, all I can do is write songs for you, even if they're out of tune,
And stare at your pictures wherein you're really damn cute
But on Skype, I love more the furry master in pink suit

So now, I have to sleep (on my new contour sheet ^^)
And I'll pray that on the next day, I could talk to you again.
And your business will prosper, and everything will be okay.
That you, my man I knew, will never, ever change.

May all the angels above don't leave you, and continually guide you
In helping your families all around the world who love you.
But, Sir, could I ask you a simple favour?
My name - could you possibly don't forget to remember?

I don't have much more to say.
Maybe, If I could feed my brain a piece of bread,
Or left my heart alone on my desk,
There'd be a bunch more words to be read.

Good night and take care, we'll see each other again
On Skype, in manila, or in S - I - N.
I'll never forget the name 'Hideki Kiyohara',
I'll think of you from time to time, in everywhere.