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... The only thing that hurts
is knowing that someone else
sees you through my eyes.

In a world begging to share perspective,
I hide mine like a cat's treasure
in crevices,
old corners,
poems,
laughter,
concern,
dismissal
and comfortable silences.

In a world where we're begging for company,
I'd rather be the only one who thinks you're
a lone star in the city's night sky,
a leaf in my old books and new,
sunshine on a windy day in autumn —
sunshine, always.

My eyes may grow old and go blinder
But, love, the light in your eyes must never fade.
There is so much universe inside you —
my universe —
and I struggle to keep up with everything that you are and everything I made you in my head.

You're my fantasy,
mine to make true.
It's probably why they say love is akin to madness.
You're not too far from delusion
or too close to reality
at any point of time,
till you crash and burn.

The light in your eyes still burns
and I burn along with it.
The internal pain
Has struck me again.
Turning me blue
Hating everything I do.
Taking me down
Hearing me drown.

But **** it,
I will never submit.
 Feb 2016 Little Peony
Aris
I love you more when it is from afar.
I was so used to the space that separates us. You don't have to move closer. I don't need to walk further. Just let me look at you from this view. I already accepted the fact that you'll just remain as my fantasy. This is how it'll go. There is no 'you and i'
And you won't fall for me either.
 Feb 2016 Little Peony
m
cold coffee
 Feb 2016 Little Peony
m
We ran out of things to talk about.
So I sipped my cold coffee instead, waiting for something to happen.
Anything that'll make the entire thing less awkward.
I caught you staring with that goofy smile and that's when I knew
That instead of anything,
Instead of something,
I got everything.
Thinking about him is now a habit.
A bad habit.

I scream his name in my head until having headache.
I always have headache.
O.P
 Feb 2016 Little Peony
Luna
Untitled
 Feb 2016 Little Peony
Luna
A few seconds of his face
A glimpse of a biological pull
A desire to push and pinch
To slam and hold dear

Frissoning blossom
Blossoming feelings
Feeling warm
Feeling cold
Chilling heart
melting once more?

-

Not really
More of a pull
attraction caused
Causing strange
thoughts scattered
Wait, what?

-

Is it you
I'm wanting
I'm wishing
Wishful thoughts
Thinking of you
Your smile
smiling cutesy
Smiling for me

(I'm) weird,
(Your s)mile's
weird as well
Smile for me
(Make me happy)
(10-21-2015 - 01:31)
Maybe this was the last time,
That we were together.
Maybe the smile on your face,
Was the last thing I saw.
Maybe the words you spoke,
Were the last thing I would be hearing from you.
Maybe the joke you cracked today,
Was the lamest,
Yet the only thing I would be carrying with me.

Can I get any more of any of it?
Gosh no!
Can all this last forever?
And never end.

So that we could still be together,
So that we could still be us,
So that we could still laugh like we didn't care,
So that we could still crack those silly jokes,
So that we could still be the last benchers,
So that we could still annoy each other,
So that we could still sing those random songs together,
So that we could still be the best team together.


When you were on the edge of failing a test,
And was still smiling,
Was the best part of it.
When PTM's were just like any  regular days!
When scoldings,
were as normal as drinking a glass of water.
When eating your friend's lunch,
Was the best thing to do,
While you brought something you didn't like.
When snatching lunch,
Running all around the class,
And the fight for the last bite was like a war.
When early morning games in the assembly ground,
Was our favourite.
When the ugly fights between the game,
Were just meant to last for a few minutes.
When nicknames were wicked.
When benches had a line drawn on them,
Assuring ones territory.

Those memories,
Those times,
Can't we just freeze it?

So that we could still be the best together,
And look at each other the way we did before,
And still ****** each others lunch,
And run, up and down the beaches,
**And still have the same fun.
It was the best time I could have!
Gonna miss it truly!
I can kick and scream
at the top of my lungs
but nothing will make you ever hear me
 Jan 2016 Little Peony
Joyce
Mindset
 Jan 2016 Little Peony
Joyce
Trying to understand it all.
Always looking for answers.
In your head you keep thinking.
Staring without blinking.
Making choices.
Hear good and bad voices.
Finding peace in your heart.
Let your soul unwind.
Only the hardest prison
to escape is in your mind.
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