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Sep 2016 · 590
when you left
yen Sep 2016
when you left, it was as if someone took my heart and ripped it out, i really couldn't do anything except sit around and pout. i knew that no amount of apologies could bring you back, i guess i have just got to adapt.

when you left, it felt like the flowers that you planted in my heart drowned from the downpour; and it hasn't stopped raining yet. i have so many words left unsaid.

when you left, you did not even bother saying goodbye, or explaining why. i wondered for days whether i did something wrong or maybe we just couldn't get along. i guess i'll never know the reason why you left.

when you left, everything became sadder, places that i've been to with you became darker. i thought you were different; i thought wrong.

when you left*, i locked and enclosed my heart with chains. i don't know when will i ever open it up again.
Aug 2014 · 1.3k
for priscilla
yen Aug 2014
i can't put how much i love you into words; they tumble out of my mouth only to be left unspoken
when you walk, remember that you do not walk alone and you will never be forsaken
with arms that are barely strong enough, i'll carry you through the rain
i will kiss your broken parts until you are made whole again

a thousand sunsets may not be enough to depict your beauty
you will never know how much you are worth, you are just too witty
even if you offer me money, body, looks or even fame
i don't need them, i will kiss your broken parts until you are made whole again

i believe that you will get through this ordeal
whatever life throws at you, remember that patience is a virtue
even if you emerge, not the same;
*i will still kiss your broken parts until you are made whole again
Apr 2014 · 612
1:23am
yen Apr 2014
but maybe
it is at times like this
  when you feel the most desolated
   and alone

you think of how it would be like
to be loved
  or to love
   someone you can call your own

not everyone is that lucky
to have that somebody
  they either have their thoughts
   or nobody

and it is at 1:23am when you feel most
lonely;
  desperately
   wishing for love

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