You loved countdowns, because they always led to something great.
I thought nothing of them, but humoured you nonetheless.
On New Year's celebrations, we'd marvel at fireworks.
The explosions started to lose their spark.
Your words decreased, my pain ascended.
Each year, we grew apart.
The day finally came.
"This is it.
The end.
Goodbye."
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 12:47 PM UTC
My walls were made of titanium and built sky-high, but boy, you sent them crashing down
You thawed my icy heart with a warmth like a gentle summer's breeze, and swore you'd never make me frown
I gave you the key to my heart and soul and not too long after, eventually disposed of the lock
I told you all about my masks and flaws, and even showed you my coveted memory box
I guess I should've seen it coming when you started leaving me notes - that we were not meant to be
You never meant to stay, neither did you want to share your future with me; all you wanted to be was a bittersweet memory
Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 3:15 PM UTC
Today, my friend compared us to the Moon and the Sun
And said that we complemented each other as one
And after some thought, I had to agree
Because my dear, you see,
Though the days may be cloudy, your radiance still shines through,
And if not for your light, I wouldn't be beautiful
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 8:49 AM UTC
With a heart of gold and gentle hands to hold,
You are all the healing that's needed for my soul
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 3:18 PM UTC
Until the invention of something that accurately captures what I feel for you,
a simple, yet inadequate "I love you" would have to do
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 3:51 PM UTC
All these sleepless nights spent
crying and sobbing come to naught,
because these salty streaks
that line my cheeks evaporate,
but the melancholy behind them, unfortunately,
does not
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 3:39 PM UTC
I could travel to all these places
And be surrounded by unfamiliar faces
But what good is a beautiful view
If I can't get to share it with you?
Jul 24, 2014
Jul 24, 2014 at 4:22 AM UTC
If a dream is defined as a conception created by the imagination
and has no objective reality,
then you, my dear,
must have stepped out of my Parieto-Occipito-Temporal junction,
and into the plane of reality
Because you make me wonder if I'm still in a deep slumber, lost in an enchanting reverie,
while my eyes are wide open
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 1:05 AM UTC
If a disappointment is defined as the act of failing to fulfill the expectations or wishes,
then I'm sorry, my dear,
for you are its antonym,
while I, its synonym
Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 10:19 AM UTC
If music is defined as the art of sound that expresses ideas and emotions in significant forms,
then your voice, my dear,
is enough to make Beethoven writhe in his grave and long for the ability to listen to your sweet, soothing melody
Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 12:55 PM UTC