Lily Pia Kensington

Lily Pia Kensington May 2013

My Bad Habit

I search every crowd
For your face, but it's futile
For it won't be found

When I was walking through the halls, it suddenly hit me that I'm searching for your familiar face.

Lily Pia Kensington May 2013

Teardrops

In eyes, tears sparkle
Like early morning dewdrops,
Making pain beauty.

Just a little something that popped into my head last night when I couldn't sleep.

Lily Pia Kensington May 2013

My Guilty Pleasure

Your scent envelops
Me as I desperately
Cling to the pillows.

Even after you had left, your essence still lingered

Lily Pia Kensington Mar 2013

My Gravest Fear

Rejection is not
What fuels my silence, it's the
Fear of losing you .

Just a little something that popped in my head.

Lily Pia Kensington Mar 2013

Dissolution of the Grim Twilight

My days were dreary, monotonous;
The world painted in shades of black.
I was living a facade,
Pretending to be blithe
My fragile armour
Was cracking fast.
But in the
Darkness
Hope
Is found;
Pain slackens.
You are my light;
Just as the sun's rays,
Your smile shines through the night
Flooding me with intense heat.
I staggered through the grim twilight
And found you in the most absurd place.

My muse has finally come back to me!!! This poem is kind of like a sort of sequel to "Our 'Happy Ending'"

Lily Pia Kensington Mar 2013

Our "Happy Ending"

I thought I knew what love was...
Stolen glances across the room
The blush that rose when you spoke my name
Those late night conversations...
But it shattered beneath me.

As the miles stretched behind me,
I saw our "happy ending" fade.
And yet I tried to think of a way
For you to come back.
But I knew you never would.

This is the first poem in a series of little related ones.

Lily Pia Kensington Mar 2013

Glasses

You asked me where my glasses were last night.
Me of course being the responsible person I am,
Replied that I had lost them...
Again.
You took off yours,
Those square frames that scream it's you,
And gave them to me.
I pretended to test them out,
Because I knew that's what you wanted.
But all I could think about,
Was how close you were to me
And the pounding like a drum in my chest.
You see everything in the world through those glasses....
Except what's right in front of you.

Just a little something that came to mind when reminiscing about Friday night.