She only speaks
Of what she fears.
He only seeks
What he wants to hear.
Darkness forgets
Whatever held dear.
Perhaps when the sun rises
It’s when it all turns clear.
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Fall.
Realised ’twas a bad call,
Following a bad fall.
Passion walked out the door,
We couldn’t do anything more.
Our love was bald,
There’s nothing else worth fighting for.
Slow.
Issues on a roll,
We’re on all time low.
I said,
“There’s still some rice on the bowl.”
He said,
“Don’t let the food run cold.”
Now we will go real slow,
But baby, we will reach our goal.
Don’t.
I gave him the world;
His mind in a whirl.
I gave him my word;
He twisted his backwards.
Love for Gold.
Toward atoll she will roll,
For a gold for the soul.
A requirement for bravery,
All she will touch be lined silvery.
The heart bleeds as it yawns,
For she will never settle for bronze.
Irony.
I didn’t use to have a lot of confidence, not really high-esteemed. A lot of what I think or others think I have now, was not something that was evident to me. In fact, I thought I was the total opposite.
For a start, I never knew I could write enough to save my life.
There were a lot of people I used to care about. Far too many. Too many not because they don’t deserve it, but because I spread myself too thin trying to please everyone. I believe to everyone I meet on every touchpoint, I was sincere and open. But how could I possibly be able to maintain so many precious friendships? I lost contact with some of them.
At times, I really really miss them very very very much.
Chance.
A hidden love;
A silent word.
Emotional glances;
Swift advances.
You ignited this fervour,
Now I’d take all the chances.
Closer.
Your scent,
The air I breathe.
My favorite temperature,
The heat you emit.
Fondness
Missing you when we’re apart.
But — we’re always apart
Since close is never close enough.
Light.
Emotions,
She was trying to hide.
Been a year,
Waiting to subside.
Insecure,
Desperate for a guide.
Perhaps a man like him,
To bring her light.
