When you are not near me
  I question where you are.

        When your messages do not find me until late
                  where are they going?

                                   Do they find a home with someone else?
                                            Or do they stay safe with you?

                                                           ­            When you are not here
                                        staring at me with those golden caramel eyes


                                 I can't help but wonder
                               where else they might be.


                                              Do they stay on one path?
                      or do they wander the world
                                      hungry with curiosity?

I wanna listen to you talk all night long

People may be replaceable
But the warmth that's felt from a connection from ones soul is rare and indefinitely irreplaceable

© Jenn Linh

Fate or reality
Loves so rare ..
And how are we to know when we've truly found it?
Times flown by
What little memories swept away  .. And months have been lost and all I can hope for is just hope that your well ..
As for me..
...I'm still here ..
Same as before
Imagining your presence as I've never had the chance to touch what beauty your heart bears
Quiet and still
My heart forever aches for you
I'm still here forever holding on.
Without a voice to your image
But words to my soul that make even the darkest parts of me illuminate.
You've built a fire within me
I don't know if it was sensed or felt by you in any way but  ..
Now I'm alone burning with its torment.
We had spoke of this happening..
Fate and reality became real for us.

I believe I will never forget you and for a short period even if I'm to be only dreaming ... You were magical. I lay myself to sleep with what's last recalled of you .
To be parted with only a hope for fate to call upon us again

© Jenn Linh

Do you remember who you are to me

Never lie to the same poem twice
save it for the next one
or better yet don't tell it at all
for a lie no matter how beautiful
it may sound
or sweet it may taste
rolling off the tongue
will always leave behind
a sour smell
to linger in the mouth
of the past and present
and more often than not
carry knives into the future

Never kiss a new lover
with an old prayer on your lips
it will not bloom
to love or lust
only heartache and embarrassment
be alone and lonely and miserable
until there is no stain or trace
of old fire burning
or cinders glowing
or ashes still smoldering
forming the face and the name
that no longer cares
for your prayers

Never tell the truth to a kiss
that whispers only lies
when speaking of love
and dances with serpents
that tend to planting seeds
of venom and lust
in the skin
and the core of pleasure
that will only wither
and rot on the vine

be patient with yourself
be kind to yourself
time and life will pass
and pass too quickly
and pass too slowly

wait and listen

you will find
what you need
as it finds you...

unexpectedly

and then you can
kiss the love
that whispers in dreams
while only speaking the truth