Lyrical Prose: Light Brown Eyes

Here I am,
Sitting here like the old time looking at you,
We’re near,
But it feels so far away such a distance,
Your cigarette is burning out
My coffee has turn so cold,
Say something my dear,
I don’t know you anymore.

Those beautiful light brown eyes now belong to a stranger,
Those sweetest words you whisper to me have gone…

Needless to cry,
For I know you wouldn’t come back to me,
Nothing to say,
Then why are we not letting each other go?
What do you want from me?
My mind is so clear,
I will not turn back,
You don’t love me anymore.

At night I tell myself to remember that look in your eyes,
When you cradle me to sleep like a child,
Constantly searching as I know that colour is hard to find,
Each time you look into my eyes and smile
I hold on to that memory with all my might…

Those beautiful light brown eyes now belong to a stranger,
Those sweetest words you whisper to me have gone…
Have gone too soon…

Those gorgeous dark brown eyes of mine is standalone,
Waiting for someone to come and call me home…

– – –

In one of the weekends, I’ll post a lyrical poem, which I’ve written last month. Enjoy reading and your feedbacks are much appreciated.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

Yangsze Choo

Likes to eat and read

bjsscribbles

“Trusting God turns the deepest crisis into the highest praise.”

Random Musings

Poetry by Pooja Alok

cantoneseinorge

Keeping Cantonese alive in Norway

Graham Lawrence

Publisher, Editor, Teacher, Trainer, Designer and Educational Administrator

Sincerely, Shalom

我除了與我的根重新連結, 也種植我的新生活。

My Hong Kong Husband

Third culture wife: Polish girl married to a Hongkonger, fresh off the airplane in Ireland. AMWF, lifestyle, culture, food, Asian fashion and a little bit of Cantonese

Daily (w)rite

A DAILY RITUAL OF WRITING

%d bloggers like this: