This heart I had opened to let you in,
Stay with me for as long as you wish,
I can always walk away
but here I am choose to believe.
Though the fear is suffocating,
You cast them all away, I don’t know how
but you did it like no one has ever attempted.
I see our footprints on the sand,
In this leap of faith, I’m with you
to walk the eggshell path,
Our hands and feet are bound,
With memories, these hearts beat aloud.
In the brink of darkness, our tears
eager to weave through a second chance,
It’s all so clear that happiness is ahead of us,
Tomorrow is ours to partake. A toast to every sunrise
and sunset that had surpassed,
count them with our faith and in Him we shall trust.
This night I search for the folder in yellow,
where I kept all your photographs in silence.
In this state, I’ve lost my balance and human touch,
Blankness is the only word that sends your face traveling.
I sit with my typewriter along the movable bridge,
At one of the sections, reminding me of her silhouette,
The bridge’s name and hers – I capitalized them in mind;
F-O-R-E-V-E-R always beyond my reach.
Because of you I have to begin with a fresh chapter,
Whether or not I will hear from you
again; whether I have a chance to see you
The best would probably to bury this love within.
One day, you’ll find a letter unopened; unsealed
One day, you may or may not remember me
One day out of nowhere, your arms find its way to me
telling me that you still want me
and that I will reply by bringing you closer,
kissing you and never to have let you go;
Until then your absence only makes this heart
grows evermore fonder.
Your imperfection draws me closer,
You were there when I was down,
Spiritually, far away and yet feeling it,
Wished to meet you one day —
Saying ‘I Love You’
Because you truly mean it
Hold her like you can’t let go,
Kiss her like you’ve never done before —
Silent to the core
Making my heart sore
Please untie the knot
Capitalising our metaphor —
We are breathable
Mortal and yet fragile
In between relationship and friendship —
Timing is the main culprit.
as it has written on my paper cup,
Didn’t they know that there’s no difference
unless you are here with me —
Velvet sky of disclosure,
We have been two-thousand
and four-hundred hours apart,
Scars are so brand new, still —
I have been breathing hard
lately. Only then I learn to be
stronger, like I have promised you
before your last breath that I will
never give up. Never for Mama and myself —
I will not cry the same tears,
But it will be of different taste. Someday
another new chapter
when a vow is exchanged
with the One who loves me. —
What if I don’t dress like my age
where everyone does? What about
an elderly woman who fit to be
a grandmother who dressed like a whore
is crawling towards —
my dream lover,
who is holding another girl.
I cry and cry ripping that fur.
Get him over. One day I will.
But for now, please allow me
to grief —
Be grateful for what we have,
Blessed be we are still breathing,
Necessities in life; we to behave
A long shot is the point of breaking
the perfect circle called imperfection.
Today, my love I should sing
I’ve invented a beautiful equation,
Alive is my middle nick.
Repeating that tune,
Wishes that are yet to resonate,
Walking to the dyke at midnight,
Alone and thinking of you.