People say we can’t choose who visits us, but it’s our choice whom we will let in. But in my case I have kept my heart open for everyone who barge on my door and knock. I stayed at my place not chasing anyone but because I hoped to be searched, I wanted to be found and the day you came into my life, I welcomed you with open arms because that’s what home should be － to be someone’s shelter and comfort amid the storm.
I remember I asked you about your past relationship and you told me it was the worst. You caught her with another guy and you didn’t make any fuss about it, you were blaming yourself that time and that day I promised I won’t hurt you, that I’ll stay beside you no matter how hard it gets the situation, but deep inside, I wanted to be your permanent address; no matter where you go, I knew you would come back to me because there’s no place like home. I wanted to be your peace where you could find the silence you need and your favorite spot overlooking the city where we could slowly dance the night away; not just a place you could go to because you don’t have anywhere else to stay. I wanted to be the calm in your raging sea, the music that drives you into heaven, and the warmth that you crave for colder days; not just a passerby who would rest on my arms for a while but walk out right away and desert the things we could have been.
I welcomed you with open arms because that’s what home should be －to be someone’s shelter and comfort amid the storm. But I left the door open and decided to leave, because you had the chance to do so.
i’m a normal person, who walked into your life. i’m a normal human, who naturally faded from your light.
I looked at you once, and you stayed in my sight. I would always think of you, during day and night.
You were a passenger, on my train of thoughts. and i was only a passerby, in your world of doubts.
hi im back, no one missed me but i missed writing poems. also this poem was inspired by something that happened to me just last year. I don't know his name, or his voice. But he stayed in my memory like we were close. I'm just a stranger to him, and so is he to me. therefore i am only a passerby, who walked into his world and left without even saying hello or goodbye -jia m
Crisp shirt Buttoned up Short sleeves Blue gingham In the least shades of vibrant colours Black and gray, the colour of our story the colour of us What's the point if we won't ever going to start You belonged yourself to her And who am I? A passerby Classic Leather Watch Everything's reminding me of you I'll erase my mind of out the picture Let you stay stand proud with her The calling of your life Gentle touch and sideway glances Silly giggles-- Please stop Let's stop The road's been blocked ahead and the passage way's closed No use Yet I think I love you