Surmise too often, likely a sheer redundancy, unduly supposition went south I'd slump it from high.
Curious? I'd throw down the gauntlet; fathom me out throughout the time of hesitation.

How am I remembering you so clearly?
What your voice sounds like,
Your fragrance,
Your hair that I used to cares it in-between my fingers,
Your palms running down my waist as if you're shaping like clay,
How you'd smile in different occasions.

How am I remembering all the little things about you so clearly,
Yet I have forgotten how much I loved you;

I have forgotten my reason why I started to remember every detail of you.

I can't recall how I felt about you.

The easiest time to give up, the hardest time to let go.

It is bittersweet but worth the sacrifice.

Our love has always been venturing on edge of sadness and happiness; never yet reach its predestined.
Even so...

I want us.

Unscented flower


Things went south
As you utter pleasantry
That comes with titter

I stayed disheartened
In-between forced laugh;
Caused by ancient occasion

Waiting with bated breath for fortuity to cut-off the lines
I thought, I have never been
Impatient to arrive at the period while writing a sentence

Predicament has once again occurred ;
Scratching off thorns on my flower scene played in my head

En voyage to holocaust
A sigh whether of relief or misery have escaped between my lips

Deep breath I took
In dread that you would
Take away the scent from my flower once you depart

I’m sorry when you thought that I wasn’t there when you were bleeding and falling apart... But I was there... Just busy bleeding too...

As I lay on my bed to rest my body for awhile, I saw the view from my window. My thoughts travel miles to miles.

I gaze harder as the clouds move across my vision, the glimpse of the sunshine caressing my skin warmly
The trees are dancing with the rustling sound of the wind.

The gentle chilly breeze embraced me as I slightly open my window
Alone with my thoughts, I have this exquisite view for myself.
I feast my heart with the overwhelming feeling of nostalgia from our past memories until this very moment.

These things serves as you...
The warmth of your hand on mine
The mellifluous sound of your voice
The benevolent love you left in my heart.

As I realize everything bit by bit
Anyone can see the view from a window and be amaze by its beauty
But they can never see the sight from my window, for only you and I share the same memories
For only I can see it clearly
Because right now...
I’m the only one that has your love.

I guess the skies was au courant of your leaving that 4 a.m. it cried for me a nonchalant drops ushered with a thunder-like-heartbreak it seemed.

The stars was the spectators of the very first converge of our rims as the moon illuminates us with its glistening azure blush as it steals a peek through the clouds on occasions.

Firmament reflected in her eyes; leaves shading her face while some of the sunlight escapes through in-between; stealing a peck

Emitting a long-deep-audible breath like recapitulating the antiquity of her life’s melancholy

“I’m exhausted...” like the changing colour of autumn’s leaf.

No matter how heavy those chains you’re dragging behind you, always look forward that there’s a powerful and merciful God that’s always ready to lift you up and will never judge you by the weights of those chains you carry.

Never move forward alone for no one is going to catch you when you get weary. Always walk with God no matter how short or long the length of your journey.

We got together, we reminisce the past
We laughed of our innocence
We saw something that cannot be uttered from each other’s eyes

You kept everything shut to protect but still, you spoke by actions with such gentleness

There are things we understood without words
There are things that should stay hidden forever inside our treasure box
Something that we would not let anyone to touch
It’ll never grow yet it’ll never fade

behind words we kept it precious
That stays unspoken for eternity

--Petrous lorn heart; grant an augury in nighttime moonbroch- crying for its lost pieces.

--You carefully spoke out my name in summer night, throughout the sound of rustling leaves... Is what I reminisce until this very moment with every shards of a broken promise.