Mixue

Monday, May 18, 2015 | 6:58 PM | 0 comments

Those learn to type days,

with that board with tonnes of buttons,

and load of functions connected to it.

I was young, really young.

I was forced to learn to type,

every single day I challenge myself,

to beat the day before wpm high score.

Those were the days,

where CD- roms still exist,

no not those Mario or Disney version,

mine was the boring kind,

the ones that let you advance to the next portal,

only if you pass,
only if you beat that score.

Those were the days,

the reason behind my current wpm,

those were the days,

I'm thankful my mom said,

this skill is something you need,

you really need,
for the rest of your life.

| 1:35 AM | 0 comments

That feeling I have when I wake up beside you,

To see your hand finding mine while you are still sleeping

You held on tight like you never want to let me go

That feeling, of being loved, of being wanted,

Us, tangled with comforters,

To watch you deep in your sleep,

To listening to your snores.

There's something I like about this feeling,

that you belong to me and I never have to worry,
ever that if I had to let you go.