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Pauline Celerio Jan 2016
They say love is a many splendor thing
The fireworks, bright lights, the biggest surprise
But I don’t think splendor is everything
Love is a silent lurker of the night

It is in the rainbow after the rain
It is in the words of a poet’s hand
It is in the moments that will remain
Unnoticed, until someone understands.

Love is in the thoughts of ‘how was your day?’
Your eyes, the way you light up when you smile.
Love is in the black, the white, and the gray
It is in the journey, it takes a while.

Love is in the music but nonetheless,
Love is also beautiful in silence.
Pauline Celerio Nov 2015
People say forever is the only kind of perfection
But some say, "No, it's only a deception."
But I do not need forever if there is right now,
I long have accepted that you will leave me somehow.
Every hour is precious, every moment is gold.
You are one of the memories I will always hold.
I long have expected this soon-to-be heartbreak,
So I broke a little bit of mine every time, to ease the pain.
I thank you for the good times, it has been fun and great.
And the next we see each other is a matter of fate.
I will always be wondering what-could-have-beens
And I will always be pondering what-would-it-seems
I don't need forever where I can't have you
So I will settle for an hour where I can hold you
But alas this has come to an end,
So I guess I have to bid you farewell, my friend.
You showed me how finite good days can be
But you gave me perfection in every second, indeed.
I am forever grateful for the finite perfection you have become to me.
Pauline Celerio Sep 2015
I put a wall around my heart
because I'm tired of hurting.
I'm tired of holding the pain
of carrying this burden.
I put a wall around my heart
because it has already broken
and it needs to find reprieve
from the world unforgiven.
I put a wall around my heart
because it needs to find the brave
the brave who would cross the boundary
of blood and pain.
I put a wall around my heart
because it desperately needs saving
from one soul who would truly heal
the scars of its battle.
I put a wall around my heart
because it is the last that I have
It is the last that will hold
the life that I am.
I put a wall around my heart
but one day I am hoping
one day I will be strong enough
to endure.
To feel.
And make myself unbreakable.
One day will surely come
when I'll wake up and thank the stars
that once, I put a wall around my heart.
Pauline Celerio Jun 2015
We met in a matter of chance.
A chance, one million to one.
Too tired to be indifferent.
So I gave in and opened my heart.
We talked in a matter of hours.
And discovered everything new.
Your words held a power,
that I decided to pursue.
Your music is a treasure,
And I shared mine too.
Your face flashed in my future,
I thought I finally found you.
We talked in a matter of days.
And until then I wondered.
Why won't you make a way,
for us to find each other?
I constantly imagined you and me,
falling in love so desperately.
But my dreams found wonderland,
And I was left in reality.
In a moment I could have said,
what I felt for you.
And in a moment I finally knew,
why you can't love me too.
You're holding another's hand,
and sharing another's heart.
I finally fully understand,
A world breaking apart.
Why did you have to be so good,
in pretending you like me too?
Why did you have to be so good,
in making me fall in love with you?
Why did you have to make me feel,
that I am one among the many?
Why did you have to wait until,
I'm far beyond saving?
And why did I have to believe you so?
I should have known it long ago.
Why did I have to risk my heart,
So you can put another battle scar?
I was so lost in my dream of a fairytale,
that I was blind to everything else;
It could have been better; it could have been us,
But you turned this breeze into dust.
For the guy who made me feel special. I was a fool to believe you.
Pauline Celerio Dec 2014
Forgive me if I were to blame
I'd gladly accept my fate.
But remember that I
am not perfect and I
sometimes make mistakes.

Forgive me if I were to blame
I'd gladly stay away.
But I am ready to forget
and move on with life,
you just give me the sign.

Forgive me if I were to blame,
but if it is not the case,
this I want to say:
Please don't let one mistake
ruin the friendship we have had.
Please don't let one mistake
define who I am.

I am not perfect.
I am not all-knowing.
But I'm ready to forgive and forget.
Just let me.

In my one mistake, please don't be blind,
to all the things I did right.
Pauline Celerio Dec 2014
Tired of holding on to something I cannot even grasp
I decide to let it go.
Yet my heart is breaking every single step away
Just a few feet, I almost go back
But I keep my focus straight ahead
It's not easy.
Whoever fool said when you hurt, it's when you love
I want to give him a pat on the shoulder.
I tried. I loved. I hoped. I dreamed.
I wake. I'm wide awake. I'm sober.
One heavy step.
Another heavy step away.
Feels like forever.
Little by little, I keep my distance
And maybe I could look back without feeling anything.
People said time heals,
but they never said it's going to hurt you first.
It's hurting me like a fresh wound out in the cold air.
It's hurting me like a heartbeat stopping, unaware.
I'll continue on, until nothing of you remains.
But for now I have to endure the pain.
The time will come when it heals my wounds into spotless scars,
And not a faintest speck of anything.
One day, I'm going back.
Heart intact.
And any love for you, ransacked.
That day will come, I assure thee.
That day when I will finally be free.
Pauline Celerio Oct 2014
I hear the whimper of a sad owl in the middle of the burning night
I hear the tears falling from silence.
I hear the whisper of the beating, living, loving heart.
I hear the pain of the paper, the brittle, torn-apart.
I hear the trembling voice of a singer-mute,
I hear the glory in the hearts of youth.
I hear the thundering thoughts of a curious mind,
I hear the music of a broken light.
I hear the sorrow of a happy smile,
I hear the everlasting love, everlasting time.
I hear the whimper of a sad owl in the middle of the burning night,
I hear the tears falling from a distance inside.
I hear the glaze of the autumn rain beginning to fall,
I hear it as I write.
I hear it all.
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