Hey You

Hey you,
the one who come to my dream
almost every nite.
Making the sky empty
for every time you come
you bring me one star.

Hey you,
the one who come to my wardrobe
almost every morning.
Bring out every colour
for me to wear the whole day
to live a colourful life.

Hey you,
the one who is in my lunch plate
almost every noon.
I hate you so much for nagging me
with my diet program
and so I can keep my figure right.

Hey you,
when the nite falls tonite,
let us sit together watching the sunset.
While drinking our wine
called love and passion.

And when the sky appear so black tonite,
let us return those stars you gave me.
I kept in a tin box called promise.