You are the first girl I ever court with
I never lie of my feelings for you,
My heart was devastated the day you left me,
alone,
But even though it causes me severe emotional pain,
I tried every possible reasons to understand you,
I didn't listen to what other may think about you,
I don't want someone to mis-interpret your feelings,
We are the ones who trully knew each other,
Sometimes we make mistakes,
but it does not mean we're bad,
To be together,
And I'm sorry,
For all the words that is being said,
And hurt you,
I'm sorry for letting you felt like I don't care anymore,
For you I always care,
Nothing change,
For me,
You did choose a very good decision,
You're a wise lady for me,
Your hands are not Binded in my hands,
But in the hands of the Lord,
Who keeps you always as I wish to Him,
To take care of you,
May you always be happy and always positive... ^_^

I love when my phone lights up.

Calls, texts, notifications.

I love to see when someone cares enough to check on me,

To see how I am,
To love me.

I love when my phone lights up,

Because I've gotten much too good at memorizing the darkness.

I was born of dust and bones,
to a battered mother across the pond.
With a warm *****
and gentle hand,
she would cradle me gently.

On a many days,
her eyes would melt tears
into my cotton wool blanket.
I felt her agony
seep through the simple
fabric of our bond.

The coward would stalk
her with his angry words,
Knowing she could not
leave him, because she
feared more bitter moments
of bruises

During the silent times,
her violent screams would turn
to whispers and lost time,
But she would always find a way
to cradle me in her arms.

As minutes turned to hours in the day,
I laid helpless in my crib.
A somber calm shadowed over me,
the feeling of my warmth was gone.
I wept but a single tear down
my rounded red cheek.

I could not cry anymore,
for I feared those angry words
and violent hands.
I laid in her whispers and lost time.
The cradle of her warm *****
and gentle hand were
no longer here.