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I'm leading my way in my own grief. Pretending to be nowhere but the truth is I'm fully wide-eyed. A lot of what ifs? What if I let go? What if I won't? What if I pretend that nothing happens? What if I stop chasing? What if i stop caring? What if we shouldn't met? And what if I shouldn't love you? Does the waves stop? Does the floods can go back to its rightful placed? or does the moon and sun can be together? I know it's impossible but I'm still trying to hold on with someone whom I couldn't have.
Mari Sep 2020
If tomorrow comes and brings a different light--
far from what you wanted, planned or dreamed of:
live your best today, intentionally, purposefully
and tomorrow, bring all that's good from today

If tomorrow never comes, as all is temporary:
live your best today, hold on to everything you love
embrace them all tightly, leave no space for doubt
you'll be leaving a beautiful, inspiring mark

If tomorrow does come & answers all your prayers:
still, live your best today, so you could prepare
to be that person who knows, appreciates, & cares
for that precious blessing that has been given

Live your best today
through all the ifs of tomorrow

Live your best today
because tomorrow is never promised

Live your best today
because this is all that's certain.
dailythoughts May 2020
Lit
Don't clear the smoke
Let me be in the smog of what-ifs
In my la-la land
I shall live my best life
In the heat of the blunt
I will live in the moment
Intoxication
dailythoughts May 2020
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is filled with what-ifs
Irony
rumin8 Apr 2020
temptation is sweet
careful not to take too much
it'll come out as sh*t
k e i Apr 2020
swimming in pools shined upon by a hundred neon lights,
racing each other past labyrinths, really just stairs with never ending flights,
with the hum of playlists we created in the background and almost perfect sights
a spectrum arrayed over countless black and white nights
now our tracks rest over pedestrian lines,
waiting for the light to turn green
looking silly with the feathered, glittery wings strapped on our backs- this proven by the numerous stares people keep giving us
i could care less because you were in an urge to buy them from the costume shop; you said it was a necessity for tonight's "mission"
and it was all just so funny; you're funny
because the first night i whispered
“you up for an adventure?"
you just looked at me with so much hesitation,
as if i were a delinquent and you'd rather i leave you to yourself
but now we can almost be a platonic bonnie and clyde;
waiting for the light to go red holds such betrayal
because as long as it stays orange we can have more adventures
and we'll always get a glimpse of the first sign of sunrise
but once it turns green,i know you'd still go after her
that no matter how much thrill the night makes you feel,
how many graffitis we'd spray paint our own graffitis over,
how many new songs and mixed CD's we'd trade,
it's still her
somehow amidst the full moons and the waxing crescents
you're still stuck in the time watching the sunset and the raindrops gently come home to the earth with her
when you were enough to her
you're still stuck in what almost was and what could've been, what could still be; but will it ever be again?
you're still hers
you're stuck in the chasms she's unknowingly created
chained to her love that made you alive all this time
tied to her presence you long to feel again
and i want so badly to set you free but i can't
because you wouldn't mind drowning in a whirlpool if she told you to do so
four
three
two
one
light turns red, traffic halts
- please don't leave just yet
Alexandrea Jan 2019
What If I could rewind time?
And go back to the place where we first stood;
together
How I wish we could've live together
and make it last forever,
If only I could, I would, but I couldn't.
Janella Maniquiz Apr 2018
I wonder how it feels
To be in line with your sight
All the time, even just for a while

I wonder how it feels
To receive the smile you give
To someone dear, oh joy in your eye

I wonder how it feels
To have your hand, enlaced with mine
Safe and sound, even just for a while

I wonder how it feels
To love you freely boy, and not be told
You’re not worth my precious time
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