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How can you smile when all you want to do is to cry?
How can you keep holding on when there is nothing you can do but to jump off the cliff?
How can you keep in touch to the people who wanted to stay away?
How can you fly if you're afraid to fall?
How can you win the battle if you're the only one left fighting?
How can you let go the person who you wanted to stay?
How can you feel love and hate at the same time with the same person?
How can you hate a person who is hurting you in so many ways but still loving him?
How can you be happy when you know someone is suffering?
How can you live when you feel like you're dying?
How can you keep things in place when they keep on falling apart?
How can you speak out your mind if you can't find your voice?
How can you get started if you don't know where to begin?
How can you follow your heart when they are torn into pieces?
How can you say you're fine when you're not?
How can you see the right path when they pushed you to darkness?
How can you say you're sad when you've never been happy?
My friends are telling me to stop
To stop from loving you
They asked me to find another one
They say you are a bad guy, heartbreaker and *******
Maybe they are right
But haven't I told them
That cupid didn't just shot me in my heart but also in my eyes?
So I guess, I've been blinded by love
I love you but...
Someone loves you too

I love you but...
You love someone else

I love you but...
You didn't know that I exist

I love you but...
I have no chance to tell this to you
When I first learned how to read
When I got wounds and bruises
When other students bullied me
When my friends turned their backs on me
When I fell in love and got my first broken heart
My birthdays, recognitions, graduations, and family days
these are some of the times
When I needed a hug,
a pat in the back,
my Superman,
a Doctor,
A best friend
Someone to say "Congratulations! and i am proud of you."
Someone who is my father
But you were not even there.
It seems like you don't care.
I don't have enough courage to tell this to him so I just wrote a poem for him. I just wanna tell him that all I need is for him to tell me that he loves me and give me a little importance. Is that too much to ask? I love you Pa, but I am hurt.
There I was again tonight
Hoping for a chance
Wearing a gown with a touch of pink
Walking in front of you
And yet you don't even gave me a glance

Then your best friend asked for a dance
While dancing, he noticed that I am looking at you
He said that you would dance me later
I don't want to believe
But an undesirable hope ignited

I am back on my sit
Time check, eleven o'clock
I looked up at the stars
Silently praying for my last dance
When you are coming near me
Unfortunately, you asked my friend not me

Time is running,
It's already twelve midnight
Just like Cinderella,
I need to go home
You were not my first and last but my *never dance
I want to go at the end of the rainbow and take the *** of golds,
but how can I get there if the rainbow is a full circle?

I want to ride a unicorn,
but all we have is a horse that cannot fly

I want to play at the clouds and feel the fresh air,
But they say that there is no oxygen that we could not even survive there

Wish I could fly,
but gravity always pull me off the ground

Been dreaming for my prince charming,
But this ain't a fairytale

Wish that I didn't knew all of these
And continue living on my own wonderland
"If ignorance is a bliss, why do we seek knowledge?" My history teacher asked us this question one time and I cant get it off of my mind.
Those very alluring eyes,
that sparkles even in sunlight
Those curly and shiny hair,
that i wish to run my fingers through
You're very handsome face,
that I can take to look at every seconds left in my life
I never believe then in love-at-first-sight,
But at the very moment I laid my eyes on you,
I started imagining my life with you
Seeing you for the first time,
Is the best 5 minutes of my life
I believe that we are destined to see each other again.


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Heeeeey, happy hearts! The one I'm referring here is someone I saw during our field trip in an amusement park. He has a curly hair which attracted me most. That is why I called him Eros. After that moment, his face never left my mind.
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