When it is dark enough to hold the stars in your hands
And caress the mighty heaven's vast expanse with fingertips,
Look up. That sky is efflorescent. O! All those stars
In phosphorescent twinkle, the clouds so effervescent,
Together boil an exhilarating brew.
My lover's gaze is contagious, you see.
May it intoxicate you to see design.
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 3:08 AM UTC
The beauty of patience is in letting the sun
rise when it rises and shutting our eyes
when the dusk dawns believing the secrets
of life will come in the wake amidst the
crowing of the roosters.
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 3:06 AM UTC
would you believe
it is the simplest of things,
could it be the top of the world?
possibly;
in comparison, that is what it is to me
my love, you hold the candle by all means
to lie next to you at the end of God's day
is pure perfection, you see
i am merely beneath the covers to dream
and doing so next to you,
is my favorite place to be
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 3:01 AM UTC
*As I was staring at the stars,
I remember those memories of ours.*
We were so oblivious of our surroundings
That we didn't realize what was happening
Some became envious of us for we have found our bliss
Not thinking that we sacrificed a lot before reaching this
They don't know how hard it is to face all our demons
Not knowing it will all be wasted just because of some shallow reasons
We became like puppets that were being controlled
They told us that we're still not that old
What we felt was only temporary
And when the time comes, it will fade away slowly
I believed that they were wrong
For my love for you was too strong
But I think our love's unrequited
Because you believed in every word they said
With that you just left me, alone and broken
And until now, I have no idea how to fix myself again
Now, I'm staring again at the stars,
Thinking why you left me with all these scars.
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 3:01 AM UTC
Pull me closer
Reach deeper
Don't scream
Just breathe
Touch my soul
Find my bones
Kiss my tears
Hide my fears
Dance with me
Dream with me
Come fly with me
Love me
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 3:00 AM UTC
What do you do when love dies?
What do you do when the glow in their eyes fades..
When you remember how love drunk you once were,
And hang your head down low in shame.
What are you supposed to do?
Do you tell them the truth,
Or stick around?
Do you share your smile a while longer,
Or express your deepest of frowns?
What if you still love them in a way,
But not in the way you once did.
How do you really know when it's over?
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 2:59 AM UTC
Would it be a cliché
If I say
the element
Of my nightmares
Is mostly her in your arms
Would it be a cliche
If I tell
You made a house
In my thoughts,
A permanent occupant.
Would it be a cliche
If I admit
The first light of day
Seems so heavy on my brows,
Without having you to wake up to.
Would it be a cliché
If I confess
You are the only one I can write about,
My words have a way of evolving
Themselves around you
Would it be a cliche
If my heart aches
At the way you say her name
You voice so gentle, barely concealing
The longings you have.
Would it be a cliche
If I say
The main element
Of my nightmares
Is her in your arms
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 2:57 AM UTC
i think it must have been
all those shooting stars
that we saw
on our first few nights together
and for each one i saw
i wished for you
and only you
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 11:49 PM UTC
when his lips touched hers
the rest of the world disappeared
and in the moment she could taste his breath
she believed it was the only air she ever wanted to breathe again.
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 12:48 PM UTC
I'm craving for food,
maybe some eggs
or waffles.
Maybe a bacon on the side
and a sausage.
A huge pancake
with a lot of syrup,
strawberries and bananas on the top.
A piece of bread
with ham and cheese inside of it.
A side of fruits of different kinds ,
chocolate
or an apple pie.
A big glass of juice,
it could be orange or cranberry.
The cup of coffee... Oh, I want a cup of coffee.
I want something that makes me feel better
in this cold and hungry morning.
Why not everything mixed?
Why not make a big breakfast buffet?
Scrambled eggs,
waffles with bacon,
pancakes,
the sweet syrup,
some delicious strawberries
and bananas as a topping,
a mini sandwich,
fruits with chocolate
and another dessert.
The glass of juice for the end,
the lovely cup of coffee to begin.
I want to do a breakfast party, I'm starving.
Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 10:17 AM UTC