Sometimes I just write..
Feeling an urge to express,
heart is poured in words,
even though i have nothing to confess.
It's like those times when
I fly too close to the sun.
The heat may burn my feathers,
still not enough to dry my tears.
Then again I wake up from the unseen
realising it was just a dream.
Then go back to sleep hoping,
If I could see a glimpse again,
of when he appeared in my dream.