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Kim Cruz Sep 2016
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I wish we could choose what memory to remember,
so that every night sadness won't crawl down to my cheeks.
If we could really choose?
I will choose the memories that I'm hurt
Because I know that those were the happier ones
Somebody just got to choose a decision

I wish we could choose not to hurt someone,
so that every night, hurt won't crawl up to my mind.
If we could really do so,
What will you choose?
Kim Cruz Sep 2016
I
love you
and everything that you
did. The stillness of the sky with
birds flying freely and waves of the
ocean dancing, I love everything that you
did. Majestic and beautiful. I want to catch every
bit of rain and dance while my eyes are closed. And you
watching me from up above, as the flowers dance
with me with a sway of the wind. So I want
to apologize, If I get too playful at times
but I know that everything I do
you still love me too,
you
do.
Kim Cruz Oct 2016
Whenever I want to write something or anything, I tear a paper at the back of my notebook. When I tear a paper from a notebook, it is always teared imperfectly. There’s always small parts of the paper that is left on its spine. Anyway, I won’t write something that important. I would just fill it with signature practices, scribbles and letterings of my name, draw anything and feel like an artist, math equations, song lyrics, romantic confessions, and any thought that would pop out of my mind. After consuming most of its space, I will crumple it and throw it in the trash.

But, what are these papers really for?

It’s for you to write your dreams, your desires, and your unfinished starts. But, it’s not for you to crumple and throw in the trash. It’s for you to keep, think deep, and live.

*(this is actually not a poem, i'm sorry)
You
Kim Cruz Sep 2016
You
there are things
that cannot be compared
there are people too

Your name is what you are

matchless
glorious
perfect

You,
cannot be compared because

Your name is God

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