Yusof Asnan Dec 2017

He would view back all her photos every night,
To remind himself how lucky he is.
Also, to make his dreams as good as his reality.

-HIY

Yusof Asnan Dec 2017

At times,
Most of the time,
The man's love are only words.
Only because him,
Unable to show his actions.
But the love is true,
It is real.

-HIY

Yusof Asnan Dec 2017

There shall come a time,
Where she no longer has to fight alone,
Where she does not even have to fight.
For he would be there with her,
For her.

-HIY

Yusof Asnan Dec 2017

The earth quakes with every footfall he walks out of her life.
- No wonder she was such a mess.


-HIY

Yusof Asnan Nov 2017

With untold nights which her sleep was unaccounted for.
As her breathing is the only thing alive about her.
Where everything else about her is simply dead.
Lays under the moonlight on her bedroom.
Forced nocturnally to repeat.

None knows of her horror,
As she refused to succumb anybody else to it.
Till her fragile soul could take not another single thread of pain.
And she would then die.
Every night. Every single night.

Come dawn she would rise,
Back from the dead;
From the cold darkness of she would caved herself into.
And that is how she keep fighting.
Surviving day by day with no improvements.

A woman worth the respect;
The appreciation;
And the great length to be with her.
And one should never stop her from herself.
That is how one should help.


-HIY

Yusof Asnan Nov 2017

Beautiful soul.
Impeccable features.
But flaws are imminent.
Even to the brightest.

Her smile obscure.
Like seeds of darkness,
A stiletto of a dagger.
Lurking in the shadow.

Not in her tales,
But of what befell.
Deep of she hid.
Nightmare concealed.


-HIY

Yusof Asnan Nov 2017

If silence was ever to be described,
It would be a safe zone in a war.
The calm before the storm,
Or merely the anesthetics fueled in
Before you can start to feel the pain again.

Her silence was just different,
It shrieked in a tearing pain,
Also the numbs the body throughout.
Without voice; it's louder than anything you'll hear.
But you should be worried more when she breaks the silence; and breakout.

-HIY

Yusof Asnan Nov 2017

I think a lot.
I think about;
All the possible probabilities,
And all the choices that I've missed.

It's not being insecure,
Not with you,
It's always me about everything.
I just have a better front.

I always prefer openness,
No things left secret.
Without having to be asked about it.
Always wishing the same from others.

-HIY

Yusof Asnan Oct 2017

A heart being broken,
A promise made abandoned,
Where did all the good times go?
They all just seem to fade away.

When it all came crashing down,
Have a drink,
It will bring all your sorrows away,
Or at least that's what they say.

Those self destructive thoughts;
And frustrations,
Gone for the night,
But made worse the next day.

-HIY

Yusof Asnan Oct 2017

Tiddy tuddy tuddy thud.
That's how the egos drop,
Some lift it high above their head,
Some just put it in their name tag:
And wear it.

Initially its a boost of confidence,
And it grows warmer in their head,
Then it became a source of power;
Generating their mind,
But they don't realise it.

All those tacky wacky silly studs,
Not knowing they're way over their heads,
Chewing something they can't swallow;
And choked themselves;
Of their own ego

-HIY

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