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Hello
Might be the start of our conversation
Please pay close attention and listen
For now the version of you is different
Because your past self would be proud
Those sunny days were covered by clouds
With total uncertainty which cast doubts
Remember those times you got mad?
Or the time you cried when you were sad?
Only to take for granted for what you had
I hope you learn from your past mistakes
Which could affect the choices you make
Hopefully better choices for your own sake
Because the secret to true happiness
Is when you learn to love your own self.
I remember someone said
Words don't come easy
But words are all in my head
Though it is hard for me to say it
I have exchange words before
It was surprisingly easy
But when it came to you
My tongue is tied
I'm lost for words
Now I understand why
Words don't come easy
Especially saying it to a person you love
Words
Everything must come to an end
Though I never hoped it be this way
Slowly letting go of your hands
But my heart just wants to stay
Your eyes looking straight to mine
Burying your feelings deep inside
I heard you said the word goodbye
And I knew a part of me just died
Goodbye
Procrastination
Is some kind of action
Which needs no talent
Nor does it need passion
Procrastination
Time is always delayed
Meetings are always postponed
It gets nothing accomplished
Procrastination
The silent thief of time
Leaves no trace nor sign
In the end you'll fall behind
I do tend to procrastinate
I have express the truth
In written paper for all to read
A poem about my youth
Where I chose want instead of a need
When I was learning about love
Pain was what came to me
Mistakes were my companion
Failure was my given title
It was difficult to learn from my lesson
But I'll try as long as I'm able
To strive through all the hardships
That comes into my way
With problems that I bury deep
I still smile at the end of the day
So people won't see that I'm scared
So people won't see that I am weak
But the screams in my own head
Thoughts that are an ocean deep
Would always come and haunt me
Kick me down from where I stand
Who would care for me
A man who is always sick
I hope one day I will meet
A person who would stand by me
For I am sick of being me
All lonely, fragile and weak
My life of being sick, knowing I'm a troublesome and burden to everyone around but trying my best to be strong
When our eyes intertwine
And our hands held tight
I thank god that you're mine
Does not take much, I appreciate you
I was amazed
By different countries
And their different states

I'd hop on a plane
Hitch a car or ride a bike
To be on a different land

I'd see architecture
that took my breath away
Made me hungry for more

I have tasted food
Different from my own
By different cooks

I would take photos
So whenever I am away
The memories won't be lost
My take as a traveller, the world is beautiful
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