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A Tango Feb 2017
Witness me in full bloom;
I am a flower
about to blossom.
I possess an alluring scent
to capture your attention.

Other than that,
I am just a fragile floweret
that you used
as a wreath.

I was a stupid bud
to think that
I am the only flower
in your garden;


yet you chose to hung me up.
A Tango Feb 2017
I still choose to stay awake at night
but not drown myself in misery.

I continue on being a night owl,
having little to no sleep at all.

I still have a reason
to keep myself up in the wee hours.
Because I'm in a conversation
with someone
who acknowledge my presence.

Someone who makes
the bags under my eyes
worth having.
A Tango Feb 2017
The night is still young
and we have the time in the world
to make love

Let us remove
the empty space

Hold you close
like there’s nothing
would come between us

I will whisper the words you’d want to hear

I will be the reason why you arch your back

I will be the cause why your bed will creak

We will sink
beneath the sheets
and our shadows will become one
A Tango Feb 2017
Feeling unhappy;
that I'm not good enough
Unconvinced and in despair,
Disbelief in my own
act and decisions

I am doing the best I could
to meet the expectations;
thus I am frustrated

Why am I putting
a lot of pressure on myself
just to seek attention?

I am trying hard
until gratified
Why am I still unfulfilled?

In fact, I am scared
I fear that I may fail
and may not reach satisfaction

It feeds my self-doubt
perhaps I am good-for-nothing

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