A lonely sailor
Brave the seas alone
One day came a ship
Asked to sail side by side
Together they faced each angry storm
And even slumber with the calm tide
Another storm his sail was torn
He said he'll shortly duck
She was shocked and forlorn
But he promised he'll be back
She waited every sunset
Till the very last she could witness
But he never came
Still she patiently waits
A lonely sailor again


© Leigh

We may be a tangent line
Meant to meet only once,
There is one thing i'm sure of tho
That moment I held your eyes with mine
I swear we were infinite



Leigh Herondale   *August 2015

I met the love of my life today
I didn't say hi and he didn't say hi
I don't know his name
He does not know mine either
Our eyes just locked up and there
Instantly I fell
Tho love seems so sweet and giving,
Our line is that kind of a tangent.
But in that moment that
I got to hold his eyes with mine,
I swear we were infinite.

You picked up my poem so I guess you want to know
Of such old story I witnessed long ago
Some might sob and feel their heart tear
Others might shrug, pass it all in one ear
Some may either laugh, even call me a loon
For I once knew a girl who fell in love with the moon
She had him on her fingertips but couldn't ever catch
So close yet so far, impossible to touch
Bittersweet moments comes when nighttime falls
I can hear her heart, I bled over its silent calls
I had the liberty to watch her moon-lit face
The sadness it reflects I want to drench in my embrace
Years passed but still she couldn't hide
The way she looks at him, eyes could never lie
Alas! the delight of seeing her love under the blanket of the night
Days, week, decades, I've lost count
But I still think about her, here and now
Haunted by the memory of remorse and regret
And that face of a girl I couldn't quite forget
It kills me that I never got to tell
That all these time I loved her, I also fell
And for eternity, with this I have to dwell.

Leigh Herondale  *May 2015

He likes pretty girls
And I don't quite fit




© Leigh Herondale  *June 2015

Everyday he writes her a song
He writes about how they met
The jokes they cracked, the stories they shared
Everyday he sings her a song
And everyday, he falls harder for the writer.

Everyday she writes a new poem
She writes about a love she can’t return
A love she doesn’t deserve, doesn’t want
Everyday she hears a new song
And everyday, she breaks the songwriter’s heart.

Two writers seemingly perfect for each other,
But cannot be together
He loves her, she doesn’t
“I just can’t love you the way you want me to”

We didn't get along the first time we met , I was intimidated that there was an electric shock with in us.

I don't remember how but we got close to each other that we slept together that night .

We exchanged numbers and we had late night calls, non - sense / stupid conversation that our mums wouldn't like.

Things got serious between us , see we ain't a thing but we held each others hand like you were mine and I was yours.

Your hugs would stop the world around us and it would feel like its just the two of us .

Months passed

I confessed to you what I felt and you accepted it, but  you didn't tell me that you liked me back.

I was hurt.

Years  and Months passed

I still remember our conversations and the late night calls . I can't help myself smiling like an idiot just when I try to reminisce all those happy memories we made.

My heart aches because I am yours and you are not mine.

we got tricked by time and fate.