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My comfort, I seek warm hugs.
Airport, I fly and soar free in the heavens.
Battles, war against myself.
Ends, to never say good-bye.
Love, I am addicted to it like a drug.
Written by: Paul Joshua B. Santiago
As the sun sets, the moon appears.
The future is always near.
As do the past will always disappear.
I stand in the twilight with my hopes and fear.

I look up in the sky.
To see the stars shining up high.
I look beyond the dark space.
To see what the future will bring to my face.

As the moon goes down, the sun rises.
I slowly disappear back to being lifeless.
I now gaze into the dark abyss.
Where no expression of emotion can be released.

I now stand once again in another twilight.
Where there is balance between the dark and light.
Where memories are either kept or forgotten.
Where pain is either ignored or a burden.
Written by: Paul Joshua B. Santiago
I want to forget those memories.
Memories that was once a melody.
Now, it's just pain and melancholy.
I still wish to forget those memories.

I want to rewind and go back in time.
The feelings that grew.
Those peaceful chimes.
It's all gone like away birds flew.

I want to feel again.
Hearts bled and became numb.
Feelings can't be bargained.
That's the rule of thumb.

I want us to come back.
The future saw what lacks.
The past is contained and packed.
Yet the present still can't bring us back.
Written by: Paul Joshua B. Santiago

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