Stephanie

Stephanie May 2018

Sunshine.
A beautiful sunshine
You said I am your sunshine
You keep calling me the sunshine
While I felt so loved being that sunshine,
You kept turning into a dark night of no shine
Why did you keep calling me sunshine
When you are a total nyctophilia.

#sunshine #nyctophilia #light #dark

Stephanie May 2018

WHEN ASIA MEETS EUROPE

Eurasia.
They both know this kind of euphoria
The supercontinent pangaea,
And everything about synesthesia
Eurasia;
The Europe and Asia
Once united but are meant to be divided
Seperated, harshly tormented
lands of promises, broken into pieces
Eurasia.
Even they both had amnesia,
their love's engraved in historia
and when Europe finally found Asia
They will clearly remember, they're still Eurasia

I love writing this poem. It means so much to me. See you soon, Europe.

#europe #asia #eurasia #divided #united #true #love

Stephanie May 2018

Best Friend :)

tell me you love her
tell me you need her
while I bear those pain
while you poured me rain
as long as I'm holding you tight
I am the who will fight
for you, like how she didn't
as I do things that she wouldn't
you are safe in my arm
I will let no harm
even if it does to me
even if it kills me
to see you in love but not with me
I will comfort you til the end
Because I am your best friend

It hurts me so much to see you cry for her. Why can't you see that I'm the one who truly loves you? :'(

#bestfriend #love #pain #unseen #secrecy

Stephanie May 2018

Second Chances

Second chances
Are not a chance at a second time
It is for a millionth
that been given in every second I see you
in your pleading eyes
leaving me astounded, heart melted
I can't take to throw you away
just the way you did to me
And tho every chances I've give
Is a chance I take away to myself
To receive what is best
It is never you, I knew it
But you are the chance I desire to have

Stephanie May 2018

The Truth

Not all lost were found
some are forgotten

easily.

Stephanie May 2018

Indefinite.

No one ever knows
the rhymings of my poetry
blob of words combined
And so do I.
In between these rigid lines
Are invisible tears and smiles
Passing through windows
Of soul through the eyes
Daring to touch every strands
Til the inner glands
What do I know, who am I?
I am just a typist who takes part
of my own indefinite poet heart.

This might be the very first poem I've written whose the subject is me.. or you.. or us. :)

#poetry #heart #poems #indefinite

Stephanie May 2018

Not In Love

she's wise -
but not in love
harshly aggrieved
badly deprived
gave everything
left with nothing
I told you...
she's wise
but not in love
she cared
but got scarred
she giveaway
but had sent away
she did best
til she became less
I told you
she's wise
but she did it
because she was in love.

she learnt.
better she get wiser
I hope, in love.