i love it when you talk to me
poet to poet,
writer to writer.

"If you love something, let it go.
If it doesn't return, it was never yours,"
they said.

Well it WAS mine.
There are no two ways about it.

What they don't tell you,
is that some things don't return,
not because they weren't yours,
but because they die
without you to hold it.

If only forever did last the way it was supposed to
We would have never said goodbye, we would have never broken it's rules
We would still be together and I-
I wouldn't have cast walls upon my heart
What if I made you stay
What if you didn't go
What if ...

*but thats the sad thing about if only's and what if's, its full of regret full of bitterness and full of  hope

the thing is you dont have to tell me
we're going to be forever
you dont have to tell me
we'll always be together

you dont have to tell me youre staying
you dont have to tell me what youre feeling
you dont have to shout your love
you dont have to do anything

'cause baby when our enigmatic silence floats
thats the time when i think of you
and how much of your presence
is actually there

i want to go back
to when i could come up to you,
sing you an old song
and nobody would look at us

i want to go back
to when i could sit so close to you,
tell you an old story
and nobody would look at us

i want to go back
to when i could cover your eyes,
make you say my name
and nobody would look at us

i want to go back
to when i gave you poems,
read you my entries
and nobody would look at us

i want to go back
to those random moments
when you wrapped your arms around me
without malice, with no second thoughts

and nobody,
not even you,
would look at us

i want to go back
to when i sang you that old song,
remember what you said?
"if only you were a boy"

and i guess thats when everything changed. you didn't care if i wasn't a boy.

there is something about that moment-
when i first called you for the sake of endearment,
when i met your eyes while i was in front of the whole class -
they were transparent, like looking at a glass

and it was open for me,
whole, not shattered; ignited
it was attracting me to see
it was screaming something that needs to be said

there is something about those butterflies-
you see, i had a first love: poetic love,
but never this romantic;
like everything is real and without lies

but in our skies,
we meet but can never collide.
in our skies, my dear,
you are there and i am here.

The poetic heart got broken.
A million shards of glass were ground.
Words of all profound.
Written with an ink pen,
of purely mice and men.
Her pen once was a feather,
stolen from a mother swan,
Tip honed to an arrow head,
Thrown from a bow,

The writers notes are passing by.
With courtesy and a bow.
They're showering ink in passing,
as the clouds are painted black,
rimmed with fading memories.
Can be no turning back.
Clouds are burst by writer's pen,
Thunderous hail of broken glass,
of fierce wind and rain.
Writing tales of past loves,
On pavements once again.
(C) Livvi

She wanted a quiet life,one without the pain of unrequited love.
She was emotionless and still walking on the fragile glass.
She was life's product.Lady of courage and faith.
She was hurt and wounded by the broken piece of glass of love.

She almost swore to forget this love,forget everything it made her feel.
The spark,pleasure,happiness,sadness and pain.
She went on with her life.
Until one time,she found a teddy bear.

It had no owner,it was just sitting there and looking alive.
She kept the teddy bear close to her heart.
Everyday,it made her happy.
She even talked to it.She just feels too comforted by its presence.

One rainy morning,she was standing outside,lost in thought.
She couldn't make up what was happening.
Why would a teddy bear make her that comforted and secured?
She asked herself not leaving her eyes on the sky.

Then suddenly the wind blew her hair,
How cold the day was.
How gloomy were the skies.
She felt uneasy.

Suddenly, someone took her in.
This told her "come here"
She was in awe,when she saw those warm eyes
She recognized those warm arms around her.

She could not put into words on what she felt.
She knew who it was.
Her heart felt happy
She felt secured once again.

They just stood there,
Close to each other.
Not saying a word.
That time,silence was the ultimate comfort the two of them had.