Sep 2015
Hey, my name is…
Wait, you seem familiar,
I think I’ve seen you from afar.
Oh no, I’m sure I’ve met you before
I’ve seen those eyes
Those orbs, magnificent orbs
I’ve once seen them sparkly
I’ve even seen them fiery, I think
Oh your nose,
I felt like I’ve been under them
I felt like they’ve been on my neck
I felt like my scent was devoured by them
Those lips
Soft, sculptured lips
I think I’ve touched them before
Even kissed, but I’m not so sure.
But maybe I’m just stupid to think of the possibility
That you could be…
Anyway, hi…
I shake your hand and it almost did it
The feel of your callused palm, so warm
So firm, so gentle
So like someone
Maybe it is, maybe it’s not
Then you smiled.
Both ends pull apart, east and west
Revealing a face that made me hitch my breath
Finally it did it, but my breath remained held
It is you…
It is your eyes that made me see hope in love
It is your nose that sniffed away the fear
It is your lips that kissed me and made love
It is your hand that I held so tightly
Firmly holding on to the fantasy
That you are my prince charming
In this deceitful, cruel reality
I let myself believe that a gorgeous flower
Would ever grow atop the dead tower
Just like fooling myself that you’re real and will stay
But you’re a fantasy, too good to be true, as they say.
Then there was I, weeping for your goodbye
And I asked, “Did you ever love me or did you not?”
As the answer, you left me for another
The reason was the latter.
And here you are, in front of me.
Just like before, never changed a bit.
Same eyes, same smile,
Same physique, but with a different gal
My name is…*
Oh why bother,
I was just someone you left hanging.
Just a fool you seem to be forgetting.
Wait, you seem familiar,
I think I’ve seen you from afar.
Oh no, I’m sure I’ve met you before
I’ve seen those eyes
Those orbs, magnificent orbs
I’ve once seen them sparkly
I’ve even seen them fiery, I think
Oh your nose,
I felt like I’ve been under them
I felt like they’ve been on my neck
I felt like my scent was devoured by them
Those lips
Soft, sculptured lips
I think I’ve touched them before
Even kissed, but I’m not so sure.
But maybe I’m just stupid to think of the possibility
That you could be…
Anyway, hi…
I shake your hand and it almost did it
The feel of your callused palm, so warm
So firm, so gentle
So like someone
Maybe it is, maybe it’s not
Then you smiled.
Both ends pull apart, east and west
Revealing a face that made me hitch my breath
Finally it did it, but my breath remained held
It is you…
It is your eyes that made me see hope in love
It is your nose that sniffed away the fear
It is your lips that kissed me and made love
It is your hand that I held so tightly
Firmly holding on to the fantasy
That you are my prince charming
In this deceitful, cruel reality
I let myself believe that a gorgeous flower
Would ever grow atop the dead tower
Just like fooling myself that you’re real and will stay
But you’re a fantasy, too good to be true, as they say.
Then there was I, weeping for your goodbye
And I asked, “Did you ever love me or did you not?”
As the answer, you left me for another
The reason was the latter.
And here you are, in front of me.
Just like before, never changed a bit.
Same eyes, same smile,
Same physique, but with a different gal
My name is…*
Oh why bother,
I was just someone you left hanging.
Just a fool you seem to be forgetting.
For those who saw and thought was theirs before, and now is with someone else to call their "own".
