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Isabelle Jul 2016
Is it a crime,
If I do not rhyme?

Will I be put to jail if my metaphors are lame?
Will I be put to jail because I steal your fame?
Or my life will forever be in shame?

I borrowed your words
Well, technically not really your words

I am not a word thief
Unless the Dictionary will sue me
Unless my own mind sue me
Hmmm. I always put a credit or cite the source whenever I used/borrowed something that isn't mine. But sometimes we've got exactly the same thoughts of what has been already read or written, would you still call that plagiarism? If you honestly didn't know that something like that already exist?
  Jul 2016 Isabelle
Little Bear
a real person took me to one side
and said
"look at your feet
firmly planted on the ground
see how my eyes
see yours
hear my voice"
looking away he said
"they are all just words
made into verse
pointing, he spoke softly
behind the screen
there is nothing that can harm
press the button
and they simply disappear
he gently brushed my hair
from my eyes
"there see
they are but wisps of cloud
halls of mirrors
where nothing is real
and it's reality...
an illusion
kissing me gently
he whispered
and the only dreams you need live in
are the real ones
*you share with me"
#bf
Isabelle Jul 2016
~
She remembered, she even counted
“Five times, he said it five times”

She remembered the first and second
It was when he was kissing her
In between the passionate scene
He wisphered the words twice

As for the third time,
When they were eating together
“Tatlong piraso para sayo kasi mahal kita
(3 pieces for you because I love you)”
She just smiled at him

And as for the fourth and fifth
It was when they were making love
In between the amorous moments
“I love you, I love you” he told her

Five times, he said it five times
He said the magic words

It was the magic word
That changed her world
She finally believed it
She finally accepted it

But she didn’t told him
She kept it to herself
She was afraid to say the words
She was afraid of the consequences

She waited again for him to say it
“I love you too” she even practiced
But that time never came
He never said it, he never said it again

What happened?
She asked herself
Was it too late to say
“I love you too”?

The magic word
Has lost its power
Has lost its meaning
Has lost its purpose

Who's to blame?
The one who answered late
Or the one that seems insincere?

~
Isabelle Jul 2016
~
And in a sea of people
You will search for me
That every girl you see
You'll wish it was me

That every eyes you stare
You'll wish it was my glare
That every smile you make
You'll wish its for me to take

That every girl you kiss
You'll compare my luscious lips
That every hand you hold
Will all feel cold

You will look for me in the crowd
You will miss the warmth of my hug
You will search my scent in every girl
You will crave the times we had spent together

You will find traces of me in every girl
But you will never find another me
And I promise you that
You will never find another me

~
And I promise that every time you will think of me, you will wish you should not have let me go..
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