No, this is not a rap song.

What will you do, when I am in front of you and we have to speak of something you find uncomfortable?

Will you close your eyes?

Will you turn away?

Will you not listen to what I have to say?

Will you just walk away? and leave me standing there?

I’ll hold your hand and then we will jump right out

Love is....

Love is...

fish curry and rice cooked by my mother.

(I totally overeat when I am home)

Dream (House)

I had a dream that we were in some house.
It was not your house, neither was it mine.
There it was, a house made up of parts of different houses I have seen.
A table from my one, a door from another, a window from someplace else.
In that house, there was a bed, the bed from your house.
Just because of that bed, even though, it was not your house, in my dream it was.