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  Jun 2017 kaye
The Writer
In need of a heart
of any kind
a beautiful heart
never broken before

In need of a heart
neither old nor wise
naive, like mine once was
until it aged with time

In need of a heart
bursting to the size
with love and laughter
not shriveled with tears

In need of a heart
filled with dreams not reality
brimming with ambition
to make the world a better place

In need of a heart
any heart at all
to replace this heart
that knows only emptiness
  Jun 2017 kaye
Patricia Policarpio
The small gestures of patting my head and shuffling my hair

The small touch when we do high fives as a sign of greeting

The small bonding times when we watch your favorite noon time show and laugh together

The small and random compliments that you say like how I am pretty because I look like you

The small and really corny jokes that you tell but I still laugh at them

The small pranks of copying what I do and say like how kids do

The small act of noticing really subtle changes in me on how I got fatter or have a fairer complexion

The small reminders if I brought my umbrella and to take care as I went to school

The small talks when you ask "how are you?" everytime I got home from school

The small acts of waking me up in the morning and cooking my food

The small things like still calling me "cutiepie" and "Patskie" even I'm already turning 20

The small acts
that shows your great love
The small things
but are the sweetest ones
You are the man with few words
But you never fail to show
your abundant love
In small gestures,
in small acts,
in small things
And for me it contributes the biggest on how proud I am
of the greatest dad I have
Happy Father's Day!
reposted. (changed the title haha)
June 18, 2017
  Jun 2017 kaye
Sugar and spice
You're an Angel
"You're an angel", he says.
But beloved, how can I make you see?
My wings, they caught fire, and now they're the color of ash.
"You're heart is made of gold," he continues to say, "the purest there could possibly be."
Oh, Beloved. My heart?  It's made of wax and stone. It melts and hardens, all at once at the sight of you.
"Your dreams and ambitions are what makes you beautiful," he tells me.
Beloved... How else to explain, but to say..all my dreams are by road where the trash is. I'm falling harder, headed in a direction, opposite of the stars.
"You're a warrior. And I love you."
And then there it Is; the way He silence my fears. You A mess on the inside and an even bigger mess on the outside? Scars, bruises and shards? Me?
And so I smile,
because dearest Beloved ; your affection is what I live for.
  Jun 2017 kaye
I was not born a


I was broken into


  Jun 2017 kaye
What's the point in trying when i'm just going in circles?
There's no point.
No start.
No end.
why can't we ever be a thing?
  Jun 2017 kaye
Blah blah
I still remember your last touch. That set my body on fire, and still felt like everything in me was at peace.
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