He wipes the moisture from his brow
The colour of a tomato fills his face,
as soon as we heard "GO!" he was gone,
doesn't he know that slow and steady win the race?

I don't run, I just walk slowly
I see my mother in the crowd, telling me to hurry.
Hasn't she realized that I am the Tortoise
and he is the hare.

I know I am right,
it said so in a book
we are racing around a circle
I see him and give a smug look.

For I am clever,
and he is nearing the finish line now.
haha how foolish!
He should've walked like I am,
now he'll have to rest his head in shame,
and just allow me to win this.

For he is the Hare,
but I am the tortoise.
And even the famous book says
"Slow and steady wins the race".

To The Woman Who Loved Me
(From a Man's POV)


You know...

There were many of you in this world
I was only blind,  I haven't seen

There were thoughts that I have read
I was only a fool,  my mind's not keen

There were many chances given
I was only ungrateful to accept

There were many roads I have taken
Where I have always chosen those on the left


And I know...

There were many of you in this world
I was only afraid to make you feel

That there was only you who loved me
I was only wicked,  I was not real

For I know...

There is only one heart like yours ever
But I don't deserve to have it forever.

*********


To The Man Who Doesn't Know How To Love
(From a Woman's POV)


You know...

There were many of you in this world
I was only deaf,  I haven't heard

There were thoughts that I have read
I was only a fool,  I never cared

There were many signs given
I was only stubborn to understand

There were many roads I have taken
Where I have wanted to be where you stand


And I know...

There were many of you in this world
I was only a fool, a deaf, a blind

That it won't be you who will love me
You're so cruel, worst of your kind

For I know...

There is only one heart like mine ever
But you don't deserve to have it forever.

Sunlit dew is beautiful.
A blanket of stars across the night sky is beautiful.
Cold beers at the end of a long day are beautiful.
A new year is beautiful.
And even a broken heart is beautiful, when seen from the right angle.

The key is the point of view.

A thousand faces swirled around me
Clamoring that my life be burned
Unable to make out the faces
Covered by the same veil found in the store
I hope that these men see my face
The horror that glows from my eyes
As if I died staring at the moon
Right now I hold the very oak
In which I locked eyes with her for the very first time
Memories of that first time rush through my mind
As the rope tightens around my neck, arms, and legs
Then I smell the fire from under me
I feel the heat on my soles
My feet start to sweat
The men throw their hats
They finally win
Like the town they pulled me from
I m also to go out as smoke and ash
The men laugh
They talk about a new world
One in which they rule
Was it about politics
Or as it about race
It doesn't matter now
My body now black from the flames
And me with no legacy to live on

Putting on my face
The world's so topsy-turvy
Hold tight! The ride's tough

As I struggled to find light
I didn't notice the moon
facing down giving a smile.

Her smile was warm
like a spark set ablaze
she stared back at me,
waited for a story as I paced.

Her gentle light touched my skin
inviting me

I told her a story
about a girl and her
unrequited love
I didn't tell her everything
there are words
i cannot fathom myself.

She told me: "What a sad story, child."
and left me there
darkness closing in from behind.

When I looked up,
I saw a tear trickled down her cheeks
then became a storm.
a sigh of grief escaped my lips
almost too numb to feel the burn.

She knew...She felt it too.

And now it's almost sunrise
I watched her disappear
from the earth,
from my sight.

The sorrow, the pain
gone with the night.
A story I once told the moon
out in the dusky twilight.