he- i have always wondered what would it be like to meet you.
he, whom words alone cannot describe what i feel.

i have this feeling of contentment,
for it is what i feel whenever he is with me.

distance is one thing that separates me from he,
though i’d rather have distance than the idea of losing.

our talks, laughs, and the time that i get to spend with he
are moments that i will forever keep within me.

he is the rain that i look forward to every summer,
the one whom i so dearly love, and the one whom i look forward
to spend my days.

he, you are in my prayers by night
as well as the wishes i make at the hour of 11:11.

i have always admired the stars, moon, and flowers-
until i met he, whom i never knew would make me feel
so full of life.

to he, wherever you are in this world-
may it be far from me,
my heart yearns for you daily.



he is love,

he is you.

up to the mighty hill, i climb
carrying my feelings deep inside.
to journey up the mighty hill is what i strive;
the rocky and steep paths lead me astray,
away from the peak to which i long to see.

with my stubby legs, i keep my pace,
for to reach the peak of the mighty hill
is what keeps me sane.

i journey up the mighty hill,
stumbling along as i clung unto
the feeling of hope.

the trek to the cruel and tiring mighty hill was taking a toll on me;
i sometimes fall, cry, and thought that it was the end for me.

my cheeks flushed and my eyes filled with tears, i picked myself back up, continuing along my journey.

the journey up to the mighty hill was tough,
but after hours and hours of trying-- i finally reach unto the top.

with all the feelings i had, i earnestly shout.
i hoped for an echo, even the faintest sound.

the beautiful scenery welcomed my eyes, stars and moon peered from above, watching as the breeze of the quiet and cold night caressed my trembling figure.

i lie waiting on the freezing ground
but alas, nothing ever came back to me.

the mighty hill stayed as silent as it can be.

i'm buried
in these thoughts, feelings, and uncertainties.
i'm buried
deep underground, covered with pleas.

i'm buried, cold, and in tears.

sometimes,

birds come by to visit
worms dance
and the dark embraces.

but even with these
i am cold, blind, and buried.

Have you ever liked someone so much you regret meeting them?