A blot of ink I see,
pen pressed hard to the paper.
Thinking hard for a good start,
When only two lines later,
I start to pour my heart on to the paper,
Old stories of old memories,
Some secrets I spill,
Things that backspace can't ****,
Making confessions.
Striking off the mistakes.
Later waiting for the
Liquid heart to dry on paper.
Smudging won't fade it away.
I run my fingers over the
letters,words,sentences,
Not forgetting the punctuations.
Making my blind heart read.
I close the cap thinking of this deed.
Making recitations,
Trying hard not to bleed.

I still remember that day
Still remember that rainy day
Our First Proximity
Those raindrops and we under one umbrella
Still remember the connections made in lab
That connections connected my heart to yours
Still remember those experiments performed together
Fails laughed upon
Still remember waiting for each other to go home
Still remember travelling together home.
Sitting side-by-side
Still remember those games we played
You being my player 2
Those memories just refuse to fade
Still remember those last moment study we did together
Those late night messages of assignments,
And wishing goodnight after completion.
Still remember waiting for midnight to wish Happy Birthday!
Still remember the increasing distance that led us here
You failed, even I failed.
But those memories still refuse to fade...

©aston_lopes

Life made up of glass box.
Made of love, joy, happiness,
anger and pain.
Easy to break with a dark word.
No one's box made the same.
Everyone's glass cracks differently.
Some think out of it and some within,
yet they try to keep it clean.
When light falls,
Some absorb,
Some reflect,
Some transmit.
Fogging the walls with the haze
of heavy breathing.
Eyes squint searching for love
Hoping for rays that turn your box into an exquisite rainbow.
No matter how hard you try it's out of sight.
I hear the wind changing,
The aoeling sound reminding me I'll not see you again.
Is it even fair to be Happy?
when you're left, all alone, dying in your own pain?