As I glimpse in the majestic
Blue clouds in the zenith
Memories of love unrequited
Comes like echoes that
Incessantly reaches my ear
Yet it seems to me like a
Mellisonant music.

The tune play in the
Corners of my mind
And the butterflies in my stomach
Wanders around...

That's when I utter your name;
Even though it resounded
In my head thousands of times already
It still sound new;
It's indeed special;

Coz you're special.
Yes.
Even if I see you
Just once in a blue moon,
Even our worlds are torn apart,
Even if you've forgotten about me,
Even if you're already taken
By someone I never knew,
Even if you don't care,
Even if you never knew about
These stupid feelings of mine,
You're still the one.

You are the axis where
Most of my days and nights revolve;
You're the fire that
Burns inside of my heart.
You're the main reason
Behind some of my transitions
You're the song my heart is beating to.

You're the person behind
Most of my poems
And you're the most wonderful distant memory...

I wish you only knew about this
So it wouldn't be that hard for me.
But for now I'll just be gazing
At you from afar
With this love in my heart
And your memories in my mind...

Perhaps I peered too closely into the abysmal potholes of other people’s souls
of whom I had no business pilfering through in the first place.
Now I ponder about feelings and memories that do not belong to me
some of which are long forgotten, disregarded, or even irrelevant.
Of this information that I have unearthed and processed, I know not what to do with it.
I am perpetually preoccupied with what lies beneath the surface point, which is what pushes me forward, yet could propel me to my downfall.
I just sit here and anxiously ponder this arcane information I acquiesced
through means not noble to my standard of normal morals.
There is nothing else to do.
For I rest here in the realm of reality.
This is no novel of fiction for me to figure out.
I can’t flip through the pages of people’s plights.
Something like that does not fall within my rights.
I am a mere meddling mortal amongst other mortals.
I am no god who sits proudly upon their plethora of others’ secrets.

I am just another human being.

I think we're back where we actually started--

There will be no more 'hi' or hello
If ever we'll meet in the street
There will be no more sweet smiles
And innocent gestures
That marks a great friendship in my heart.

We're nothing but old acquaintances
Who've been buried in the depths of oblivion.
We're nothing but an old memory
Buried deep in the portals of your mind.

I don't think I ever cross your mind.

Here I go again
Sitting in the corner of my room
Staring hard at something
I couldn't comprehend.

Then all the memories of yesteryears
Comes flashing back
In a massive plethora of haziness
Where the sequence of events
Are similar to those of a dream...
Everything's blurry, but the feelings
Are real...

Why do I keep on doing the same thing
Each and everyday?
I feel caged by my past
And the shadows of yesterday
Lingers here and there...

Maybe because I want to change something;
Or perhaps I want to repeat the moments;
Back to the times when you're still with me
And the feelings were fresh and clear;
Back where my days and nights
Revolve around your presence...


I hate this.
Really.
I feel stupid.
I feel slaved.
I want to get over and move on...
Oh baby please, set me free...