I can almost feel you here
With the warmth feeling so near
We were so happy
But now we're history
I used to think you were the one
Until I had to let you run
Away to another home
Guarded by another gnome
They're meant to protect houses from evil
But then it's you, the devil
I'm still struggling to heal
And I thought this is unreal
I know one day I'll be alright
Holding my heart very tight
To give it to the right person
Another you, but better version
Monday, August 12, 2019
Monday, July 1, 2019
Unrequited Love
Your smile is the sight that I’m looking forward to see everyday.
Your laugh brightens my day as if it’s a ray of sunshine in early morning.
Your scent, don’t even get me started. I wish it stays.
Everything about you is like a bundle of joy full of positivity, although there is a barrier that I’m not sure I can bridge.
You are not mine.
Our hands are intertwined, but only my heart is connected to you.
All I see is you, but I am out of your picture.
I am reminding myself of where I stand.
At least I can have you in the midst of my loneliness.
The safe haven where there is only me and you.
My heart, is where I keep you.
Friday, March 29, 2019
Relapse.
She's staring at the ceiling,
gazing, her mind is taking her out of the galaxy.
10... 20... 30 minutes, her mind is taking her somewhere else.
Now it's bits and pieces of recent events.
She's smiling,
she can still feel the butterfly from a year ago.
Then she frowns,
she can still feel the choking feeling from a few months back.
Not wanting to drown again--
She looks away and tries to close her eyes.
The bits and pieces start to become a full picture.
Clear and vivid,
she can feel the warmth projected from the love that was once there.
Oh, she's longing for more.
Her heart starts to feel empty.
It becomes hollow that she can feel the silence echoing.
Weirdly enough, somehow painful.
She can feel the waterfall start to fall down.
Pouring down just like the rain,
as thoughts start to consume her soul.
It's slowly gone,
disappear with the emptiness.
She reaches for help, but she's powerless.
She's too late.
gazing, her mind is taking her out of the galaxy.
10... 20... 30 minutes, her mind is taking her somewhere else.
Now it's bits and pieces of recent events.
She's smiling,
she can still feel the butterfly from a year ago.
Then she frowns,
she can still feel the choking feeling from a few months back.
Not wanting to drown again--
She looks away and tries to close her eyes.
The bits and pieces start to become a full picture.
Clear and vivid,
she can feel the warmth projected from the love that was once there.
Oh, she's longing for more.
Her heart starts to feel empty.
It becomes hollow that she can feel the silence echoing.
Weirdly enough, somehow painful.
She can feel the waterfall start to fall down.
Pouring down just like the rain,
as thoughts start to consume her soul.
It's slowly gone,
disappear with the emptiness.
She reaches for help, but she's powerless.
She's too late.
Friday, March 8, 2019
Friday, February 22, 2019
Tangled.
Jumbled puzzle,
hieroglyphs,
a riddle.
Hard to decipher,
and it's driving me insane
I can't escape the magnetic force,
I'm drawn to you.
Sunday, February 10, 2019
Dear you.
I was too confident.
After every love songs that you played for me, every sweet gestures, and every affection that you did to me,
I thought you won’t leave.
The happy moments that we shared, all the adventures, and sweet little things really cannot guarantee things will go well— or end well for us.
As hard it is for me to let you go, I will never wish bad things upon you. Let the past become a memory that I will always be longing for. Let me grieve in silence, until I become numb, and eventually wont feel a thing.
As for you, take a good care of yourself.
Eat that fried chicken that you always like.
Listen to that one song that you said reminding you of life.
Speak for whatever you believe in, cause you’re a speaker.
Do the little things that makes you happy, but be true to your heart.
Things are definitely hard for me, especially to watch you from afar.
But it's okay. I'll be fine. The pain is a reminder that I'm alive.
I will learn to walk again. Step by step. Slowly, but surely.
After every love songs that you played for me, every sweet gestures, and every affection that you did to me,
I thought you won’t leave.
The happy moments that we shared, all the adventures, and sweet little things really cannot guarantee things will go well— or end well for us.
As hard it is for me to let you go, I will never wish bad things upon you. Let the past become a memory that I will always be longing for. Let me grieve in silence, until I become numb, and eventually wont feel a thing.
As for you, take a good care of yourself.
Eat that fried chicken that you always like.
Listen to that one song that you said reminding you of life.
Speak for whatever you believe in, cause you’re a speaker.
Do the little things that makes you happy, but be true to your heart.
Things are definitely hard for me, especially to watch you from afar.
But it's okay. I'll be fine. The pain is a reminder that I'm alive.
I will learn to walk again. Step by step. Slowly, but surely.
Thursday, January 24, 2019
Cold as Alaska
The soothing warmth
That I no longer able to feel.
The hugs
That I no longer able to get
because they're all cold now.
As cold as the crystal inside the cave
in Alaska.
Even colder than that,
they're frozen,
dead.
Just like your love to me
and my heart after you left.
That I no longer able to feel.
The hugs
That I no longer able to get
because they're all cold now.
As cold as the crystal inside the cave
in Alaska.
Even colder than that,
they're frozen,
dead.
Just like your love to me
and my heart after you left.
Monday, January 7, 2019
Fall to rise.
Often times, we fall
Don’t know how to get up
Stranded and lost.
Some days, it’s a heavy rain
The thunderstorm rage
Life’s either black, white, or grey.
But there will be days,
When someone is offering their hand
to pick you up and pull you out.
There will be days
When the rain stops,
and the thunderstorm is gone.
We slowly get up,
take a long breath,
and then we stand tall.
The people who have helped you through it
will give you a round of applause,
and we rise— stronger than before.
Don’t know how to get up
Stranded and lost.
Some days, it’s a heavy rain
The thunderstorm rage
Life’s either black, white, or grey.
But there will be days,
When someone is offering their hand
to pick you up and pull you out.
There will be days
When the rain stops,
and the thunderstorm is gone.
We slowly get up,
take a long breath,
and then we stand tall.
The people who have helped you through it
will give you a round of applause,
and we rise— stronger than before.
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