he was everything I wanted in a guy
& I was not everything I wanted to be in a girl,
And I realised I won’t stop pouring my emotions into words,
Until the day comes when I can reminisce at the past days and smile
And I know I will be there , someday.
Someday I will be everything I wanted to be and that someday is the day I know I can set myself free from being a prisoner of my very own negativity. And that day will be the day I am grateful that you decided to let go of me.
I will be.
Loving you is seeing you change
be it from a gentle soul to an impassioned man,
to accept the edges that've made you seem so estranged,
and yet you assured me you still feel the same.
well, can't you see that we humans change?
and sometimes we helplessly clung onto that state of derange,
but i promised i'll guide you through this change
for as long as this love is willing to be exchanged.
it was your tired eyes,
that encased where the mystery lies,
it was the same eyes,
that've made my steady self capsized
it was eyes that i couldn't help but fall for
making me long for your presence ever more so.
for a very special person
Nature of a rudiment,
Stop clutching onto that unwavering anger
Make it a potion, a catalyst for change
Your presence ticks me off my temper
Triggering my emotional avalanche
stop clamoring for attention,
and you went all furtive,
provoked by indignation
I was caught up in disbelief
digging the sage of my imagination
I uttered "stop this uncanny mischief".
Waiting restlessly for your feelings to dissipate,
Waiting for this sporadic love to turn into hate.
Chained by the feeling of resentment
As we fight in a war that none of us forged
Or so we thought
In a world where barriers are built;
A great Wall stacked with bricks of discrimination,
Strengthened by pebbles of false preceptions,
Gracefully repelling sound premonitions
For this wall was cemented by biased thoughts.
as the symphony plays the rhapsody of life,
she was utterly mesmerized listening with her heart to the music that it plays,
strangely enough the thoughts that filled within her childlike-mind is filled with thoughts that offers no solace,
she left her vulnerabilities dangling half-mast,
her flawless facade masked her restless days,
since everything that meets our foolish eyes gives proof sufficient of its vanity,
she hopes that one day she will look as pretty.
If hearts could race as the sun sets on
Isn't it the same at the break of dawn?
Her mouth whispers something in the lines of hailstorms
Trying to find solace in singing tunes of the classic Waits Tom
She was engrossed in her own calamity
In her quest of the utmost soul-searching identity.
— The End —