Perhaps the time has come
for me to give up.
For how can I compete
with the strong force
of the one
you gave your heart to.
The mesmerising sirens
of the ocean.
"Let go," they sang
with the harmony
of the rolling waves.
"You'll never win."
Slowly
I watched you drift away,
as my tears vanished
into the blue.
A hiding place where I plant my [nonsensical] thoughts, water my dreams, and harvest more insights.
Sunday, April 3, 2016
Let Go
Saturday, May 9, 2015
Wake Me Up
Wake me up with kisses.
Wake me up with a smile.
Wake me up to life.
Wake me up with a smile.
Wake me up to life.
Thursday, May 7, 2015
Softness
I looked into your eyes and saw them shine with a softness--and in that moment of warm tenderness, I felt a sharp pain in my chest, as a wave of nostalgia came crashing into the present shore.
That softness--I have seen it, I have felt it before. I saw it turned hard and cold with time; and how in return, it turned mine into sadness--as I shed tears longing for that tenderness to come back.
It never did.
That softness--I have seen it, I have felt it before. I saw it turned hard and cold with time; and how in return, it turned mine into sadness--as I shed tears longing for that tenderness to come back.
It never did.
Friday, April 10, 2015
Shooting Star
We lay together on the dock, underneath the dark sky speckled with shining white dots, listening to the calming sound of the moving water gently hitting the stone, sand, and whatever solid land they could reach for. The cold wind blowing from the sea to the land, making me shiver a bit as I pulled myself closer to you. And just as I blinked, two streaks of light shot through the sky. I held my breath in mild disbelief, wondering if I've really seen what I see.
"Make a wish!" you said.
I took a deep breath and silently read the first thing that came into my mind.
"I wish this moment would last forever."
"Make a wish!" you said.
I took a deep breath and silently read the first thing that came into my mind.
"I wish this moment would last forever."
Monday, March 23, 2015
Happier
The first time you whispered softly into my ears, "I love you," I froze in disbelief for a few seconds; thinking of how impossible this could be, afraid of yet another false hope and empty words. But you said it time and again--these words a force, gently yet firmly pushing my doors to open. And when you're finally inside, I realize that I am capable of writing happier poems.
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