Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
Your gentle words, your soothing smile,
They carried me with you.
I felt the leaves twirling, the trees dancing,
As you walked with me.

But you were just a glimpse,
A snapshot--
One new possibility I might yet to think of.
Another great what if that passed by.

I never thought I'd ask for you.
But now I call upon your name.

I pray for your bright colors,
Your bed of roses, your dancing trees.
You are the happiness that I wish would stay forever.
You are the breeze that gave me a reason
To hope for something more than what I have today.
I've waited.
I've waited like I always used to do.
I've waited, and I've hoped,
and I've prayed.

I've waited until my time was wasted.
And that was when I took a step back --
One step and realized I've moved on. Or rather, I'm moving on.
And it was the biggest step I took--
There was a great gap between where I am now, and where I used to be.

I know I'll look back
And ask myself if I took the right path--
The path away from you;
But that single step,
I did not do that to free you
But to free myself.
The things I want to tell you
Are the things I've never said.

Thank you,
I'm sorry,
I missed you,
I loved you.

The things I want to tell you
Are the things you left unread.

How are you?
When did you last hoped to see me?

Why have you forgotten all our memories?
Where were you when you swore you'd be there?

The things I want to tell you
Are the things I won't forget.
But the things I want to tell you
Are the things I'll never say.
You were once my dream;
A memory when I closed my eyes,
A photograph etched in my mind.

You were the earthquake
That caught me off guard--
The heavy storms
That frightened me at night.

You are now a fleeting moment;
Or perhaps the nightmare as I rise.
The aftermath that shakes me every now and then;
The drought that comes after the flood.

You are the yesterday to my today.
You have gone past--
You are long gone.
Woman
an anthropomorphic angel
with infinite passion
who can hardly be discerned,
you have yet to learn
to find out what her heart really yearns
Woman
an emblem of abnegation
who can hardly be discerned,
you have yet to learn
to discern her concern
Woman**
an anthropomorphic angel
with womanly intuition,
Who can hardly be discerned
whether she is ethereal or earthy?
That was my goodbye--
My way of telling you
I woke up from my daydream,
And I am tired of waiting--
That I'm done pretending,
And that love I've had was not never ending.

That goodbye I sent to you,
It was a gift for you and me--
For your sensibility, and for my liberty,
For your acceptance, and for my remission.

And ever since that day--
The day I said farewell to you,
Even the days when I've been thinking it through--
All I wanted was to relieve myself of that despondence,
Then to make you lament
Your acceptance of my goodbye.
The sun that greets me in the morning,
The stars that bid me off to sleep,
The clouds that promise sunshine,
The moon that pays a smile.

The cool, flowing water.
The fire that keeps on burning,
The wind that whispers in the silence,
The earth the brings forth life.
Next page