You used to be my everything,
now you ain’t even anything.
I used to cry before I fell asleep,
but those memories already slipped.
Like a dandelion in the fall of Spring,
beauty and joy are all they bring;
But when the wind starts to blow,
one by one they’d drift in a row.
When I saw you the other day,
millions of words I wanna say.
But you always left me hanging-
and act like I am nothing.
Just like a clock ticking the opposite,
as the pain creates a huge slit;
Searing this vulnerable heart,
and tearing my love apart.
I remember the first day we met,
clueless as to how you set-
In my meticulous eyes and ego,
your presence I can never let go.
The day you painted a smile-
the thing I’ve missed for a while;
Mending these broken pieces,
as memory of my past ceases.
I needed you in my daily dose,
though we were never close;
A glimpse of you completes me,
like the rhyming of this poetry.
Who would have thought I’d fall,
for someone I can never call-
“My love”, “my other half” or “mine”?
Love, after all, is indeed blind!
We were taught to return a favor,
to show respect and good behavior;
But even if your love is overdue,
I’d always fall for someone like you.
In my orchard full of dazzling green,
you are that special tangerine-
so special that I can never pick,
when I harvest you’re unripe and sick.
Many tears have been wasted,
pains and misery I’ve tasted;
All for one person I always admire,
from afar I can never acquire.
Dedicated for someone I can never call mine. :)
