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sassy Jun 2014
There's nothing that you can do
if the person that you love
doesnt choose to love you.
Whether he feels the same way
or it feels like he does
it will always be his choice
that will matter, so hush
and keep it to yourself.
You can tell it to the world
but never on his face.
For its better to win him
cause you fight for each other
than to have him with you
but you have lost the battle.
sassy Nov 2014
when all you can do is to stare blankly on the image of him your mind has created for you.
would be those days when you still see your older self holding hands with him at the park.
on the split second you're given was spent only by saying "hi".
to beleive that someday it would still be you.
sassy May 2014
I wonder fondly around my thoughts

that instance of solitude and oneness of our earthly souls

which fills every desire of sensual taste

as it captures each one's flesh

Beneath the glimpse of longing touch we adore

while the shadow of lies veil us

making us resist the reflection of what has been done

Between each pause we knew better

but the warmth of breath

and the beat of our hearts

were far greater than any lessons learned

where we are enclosed in an exile of rush

and awareness of sin

just to see ourselves desire

for greater emotions and deeper connection with each other

There aint enough reasons to justify this sanity

nor you have enough knowledge to judge

It's the curse of fate that lead us to this loneliness

and the need to be loved

Yes a sin is a sin no matter what's the reason behind

so as love is love

But one thing's for sure and this i will tell

I will never regret you

I will never regret us
sassy Dec 2014
if I get to live your life for a moment,
I will hold him tight and never let go.
in your happy place, one cold afternoon.
so he'll know, it wasn't you.
sassy May 2014
Silence covered the wide horizon
drowning the sounds of world’s movement
Child screams all of a sudden
frightened by the raging lament

An open door burst yellow light
but it won’t lead to the heavens
The wood keeps the truth from his sight
yet reveals all invitations

His eyes so bright though so poignant
shows how much he’d love to go back
to hold his mother left behind
and uncover the casket that’s locked

His hands so small and fragile
would do anything to touch her
to feel her warmth, see her smile
and to be with her forever

He found the courage to stand
and lift his body from his cot
then there she is waving her hand
diminished all fears from his thoughts
sassy May 2014
I could've gotten there first.
Guess im too slow to be
or too distant to be free,
or too much staid to see.

Bitter-sweet rose as ending
oh how can that be divine,
when all is about cryin'
is that not for our crime?
for my paradise
sassy May 2014
I am reading a poem that tells the story of my life titled: UNFINISH

— The End —