Oct 2015
I’ve been staring at
my room’s wall clock
for almost the entire day.
Funny how it seems that
the only actual thing it does
is to tic-tac all the time.
And as it works,
it made me realize and notice
what time is it as its hands
move little by little,
pointing at the numbers printed onto it.
As I watch the second hand,
I can’t help but to feel sentimental,
knowing that for every second it counts
I am still here—all alone,
feeling this excruciating pain and
sorrowfully mourning about the mere fact—
facing the reality that my heart is ****! broken
over again by the same man
who used to broke my heart
for a thousand times..
and that man— that I love the most
is slipping past my way for every tic-tac
it does as it grows into days.
I am pretty much aware
that after a 24-hours of tic-tacing,
it would finally be TOMORROW.
Tomorrow is the day
I always feared of, for
I don’t know if I would want
to wake up on that day because
little did I know I would have to face it
by myself again, and to watch the whole day
to pass that something or someone good
might come and might exist.
For everyday that counts,
there’s never a second that I didn’t wished
for a moment that could help
ease the pain I am feeling.
There’s never a minute that passed
that I didn’t hoped for the time to stop
so that i could bring it back
to the day when HE was still mine —
those days when we were together
so that I could have given him
everything he needs, and that
there’s no wasted time
for our love to be felt by each other.
But the worst thing??
Is that there’s never a day that ends
that I never prayed for our love and
for our hearts to finally meet each other again,
at the right time and at the right moment
in our lives, conquering every moment
of our lives and every corner of our world
and living the rest of it together again,
and maybe this time we could be better.
And this time we would successfully
last through the many years to come
as we face disasters and chaos,
yet and still, we have each other
to love and to fight for.
—and that’s how the time of my life goes on.
I know i can do nothing to stop it
for whether I like it or not
it would always continue to count..
count every second of my pain..
my room’s wall clock
for almost the entire day.
Funny how it seems that
the only actual thing it does
is to tic-tac all the time.
And as it works,
it made me realize and notice
what time is it as its hands
move little by little,
pointing at the numbers printed onto it.
As I watch the second hand,
I can’t help but to feel sentimental,
knowing that for every second it counts
I am still here—all alone,
feeling this excruciating pain and
sorrowfully mourning about the mere fact—
facing the reality that my heart is ****! broken
over again by the same man
who used to broke my heart
for a thousand times..
and that man— that I love the most
is slipping past my way for every tic-tac
it does as it grows into days.
I am pretty much aware
that after a 24-hours of tic-tacing,
it would finally be TOMORROW.
Tomorrow is the day
I always feared of, for
I don’t know if I would want
to wake up on that day because
little did I know I would have to face it
by myself again, and to watch the whole day
to pass that something or someone good
might come and might exist.
For everyday that counts,
there’s never a second that I didn’t wished
for a moment that could help
ease the pain I am feeling.
There’s never a minute that passed
that I didn’t hoped for the time to stop
so that i could bring it back
to the day when HE was still mine —
those days when we were together
so that I could have given him
everything he needs, and that
there’s no wasted time
for our love to be felt by each other.
But the worst thing??
Is that there’s never a day that ends
that I never prayed for our love and
for our hearts to finally meet each other again,
at the right time and at the right moment
in our lives, conquering every moment
of our lives and every corner of our world
and living the rest of it together again,
and maybe this time we could be better.
And this time we would successfully
last through the many years to come
as we face disasters and chaos,
yet and still, we have each other
to love and to fight for.
—and that’s how the time of my life goes on.
I know i can do nothing to stop it
for whether I like it or not
it would always continue to count..
count every second of my pain..
