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Shan Coralde Sep 2015
And so in this night
let the stars shine
from your eyes I see the light
proving you are mine

In the day when the skies are grey
I'll be here to stay
I may not be the sun
But I'll shine like one

As you lay asleep
no matter how deep
I will stay to greet good morning
To start the day smiling
Things I think about as I lie down on my bed. (lol)
Shan Coralde Sep 2015
People say, bookworms are antisocial, quiet, and pretty much unattached.
these are not true, alright? no. bookworms are not like that.
let me enlighten you by telling you about the bookworm I fell for.

1. on meeting her for the first time, I was minding my own business. I was in class and it was the first day of school.
then all of a sudden, she suddenly points out the game I'm holding and screams *** *** ***! that game!! and after that we just talked on and on and on and on pretty much about random things. so no, they are not antisocial.
2. on trips to bookstores I'd always end up walking out of one with ym body hurting. why? Whenever she sees a book that she doesn't have, she'd gasp  point  grab  gasp  point  grab  and repeat. on seeing a book that she can't buy. she'd hit me with it! I mean who does that? on seeing a book that she's been looking for, for a long time, she'd throw a tantrum! so no, they are not quiet.
3. When you look into her eyes, you'd see all the things she's been through, the masks she wore, and the wrinkles in her smiles for faking them so much. It came be from a lot of things, A past lover, a long-term problem, an old friend, or betrayals. whether it's fiction or non-fiction it would pain her no matter how she lies about it. She's been attached to too many for too long a time, that she'd try her best not to get attached. So on a bookwrom being attached or unattached, in the end it's all up to you whether she becomes the first or the latter
Shan Coralde Jul 2015
I dream of moments
where there's you and me
fleeting as it is
good things end

And so I desperately pray
with hands so cold
that longs for the light of day
"Let me dream till' I'm old"

Let me dream of moments
I may never have
And when I wake up
Let there be you and me
Anither poem for you, cause I always dream of you
Shan Coralde Jul 2015
One day I'll be tired
Tired of waiting
Tired of the pain
Tired of you

One day I'd regret
Letting go of you
Forgetting what we had
And giving up on you

Maybe one day I'll be happy
cause there's this thought
at the back of my mind
that maybe, I could've had you
When you're about to give up, think carefully of why you even started :)
I scream until my throat burns and melts and my body shatters into oblivion.
And then you hear me.
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