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You were running late when I first saw you
Your worried face is a face of a confused angel
Your presence mesmerized my longing eyes
Thank you for making me capable of emotions again, thank you.
I am filled with fleeting thoughts of you
Dreamland is where I see you
I dream while I am awake
Dreaming while awake when you're near
I miss you when you are with me
for I can't look straight at you unlike in my dreams
I think you are exactly what I want
but I am afraid of having what I need exactly
For that means, my next fear is losing you
I like it this way
I'll admire you from afar
Dream of you
Just be happy with the thoughts of you
I was thinking of making a song.
Across the sea of minds
Where to sink to or where to float to?
Both have striking points
And you are left with uncertainties
Simplest things are the most complicated
Your destination is your choice
Your freedom is what you make it
Just before I greet the sun, you smiled at me first
You are with me while I journey through my day
My eyes just twinkle out of nowhere
Long rides are just too short as I think of you
Fondness, that's what my friend says when I talk of you
Worth-the-wait couple but never-been-a-couple, frustrated friends think
How can we let our fears manifest over what we truly feel?
Complicated as it is, bittersweet conversations
I think of you
I know you think of me, too
Twisted world it is
May it brings out the best of what we deserve
Tomorrow we'll know and we won't cry
We'll just make grateful screams
The wind is hammering the roof while it makes the trees dance.

Droplets of rainwater are trying to reach me while I am searching for words to write in darkness.

News reached me that floods are as high as their houses.

How many homeless had been displaced once again?

Where would they seek comfort in this raging storm?

Animals were seen floating on top of the debris--debris from the house of the poor old man or from the life of the hopeful mom.

How many more lives would be claimed after this disastrous catastrophe?

It seemed like we are getting used to accept the fate of our fellowmen.

That is disturbing.

To go on living in an ivory tower without realizing that the tower itself is grounded and you are the only one detached.

I hope to live and see the day when it is not only ourselves that we see when we look at the mirror.
Getting used to but not getting used to
I could imagine the horror of losing you the way our friends lost their loved ones
In this world where somebody could just grab us after some tailgating
I used to worry so much that I would always ask myself how to love someone like you
But I got used to it that I finally accepted that we would end up dying however we like it
We could die at peace or we could die fighting
As to my surprise, something else died


Our love did
And I am not used to it
Let me discover you from afar
Let me smile when you're not looking
Let me feel like a teenage girl learning infatuation for the first time
You are my temporary happiness
Let's see if you are my next 9th of September
See you soon! :)
you used to let me step on your feet and lead me to dance with you
you would sing and we would dance like we’re prince and princess
we used to have fun while I brushed your teeth and you brushed mine
you used to cook for me even if sometimes I wasn't able to eat it for I am late for class
I used to wait for you and sometimes fell asleep
but soon as you arrived, we would talk happily
you would brush my hair
I would run my fingertip from your nose to your lips
we were happy and in loved
we were a couple.
were.
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