Mr Doe-Eyed

I've missed the throw twice.

First, i was too hesistate to execute and the blames on me.

Secondly, i didn't look before i execute, simply i don't care.

But it's a beautiful mistake.

I wouldn't want to miss it this time, i told myself.

I've measured the wind direction, the strength and accuracy.

I've all the preparation and even our melody to it.

But i guess the luck is not on me.

And i don't know if i'll miss this time.

Calling out your name is my job.

Thinking of you is my thought.

There's one thing i know.

I'm no longer the number in your list.

No longer the top few lister anymore.


I'll do like what we did in the past.

But this time i'll feel even harder,

because it's even greater.

I'll bite my tongue and ripe my hair,

and a year will pass.

Appreciate the moment we shared the tears together.

The soft lips that landed on mine.

And the promises of colourful hands not being made.

I'll still grab hold of you.

This is where i end

and this is where i start.

You'll always be in my heart.