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ANA Nov 12
I saw a photograph in a room, the same place where we were supposed to lay down before. It is still fresh in my memory, and I can't help but smile whenever I remember it.

You were a person who avoided taking photos, and to get a shot, I needed to make my whole effort by saying how cute you are.

One night while we were staring at the sky, you took our photos, and I felt how happy you were. The smiles on your sweet face are genuine, and then you whispered, "I love you."

You asked me for a photograph, not knowing that it would be the last thing that I would hold whenever I missed you. I felt the pain of losing you. How am I going to face the world without you?

I won't see you forever in my eyes, and I will only reminisce about our memories together by that photograph. A lifetime where I could no longer touch you nor hear your voice.

My love, your genuineness is reflected by that photograph. If the world can't keep you, then I will keep you in my photograph. The love we shared has a special place in my heart. Until we meet again, my child.
ANA Nov 11
You have coolness.
I saw it in your eyes.
You have warm.
I feel it with your touch.

You maintain your calmness.
But I know your fears.
You are so gentle with anyone.
It is difficult to know the difference.

I am afraid to ask,
and to know the answer.
What is in between us?
What am I to you?
What are we?
ANA Nov 11
I was enthralled by the reddish moon blazed as it moved into the earth's shadow to conquer heaven, and I was completely at ease to gaze upon its light.
However, it is obscured by a thick cloud until it vanishes, which results in complete darkness.
My heart kept on yearning to see it again as my love continuously swung by the wind until it reached the sky.
Eagerly anticipating, at the right time, the upcoming eclipse.
ANA Nov 11
One of my classmates told me, "Why are you always on their backs?"
"Why are you always following them and they were going, laughing without thinking of you?"
"Do you still belong to the group?"
"Are you okay to be like that?"
That'***** me hard. I don't respond since, within me, it's all true.

— The End —