I can never let you go
holding your name upon my lips
my heart beats along the rhythm of your soul
my mind has never forgotten, how you made me
dance along the depths of my own symphony.
My body a prisoner of your melody
arching towards your magnetic pull swaying
with every stroke of your piano keys.
I can never let you go… I will sprout like
an unwanted weed in your backyard.
Stalking you, like an ivy climbing up your garden wall.
Social media the temptation is bigger than you think
it drives you nuts and makes you think that your life stinks
and the others has better life than you have.
Images of perfect body and perfect skin… strewn about on the screen
makes you look at yourself in the mirror with a smirk.
Questioning your own image and second guessing each other’s
true intentions. So, take it easy before it makes you crazy.
Your always late when we are going to meet
you are always complaining of anything under the sun
Lately i’m not sure anymore of my place in your life
because you seem to complain about everything…
I’m worried that you may be complaining about me too.
If you are unhappy with me… let me go. I am an adult
I can handle rejection.
You, sitting across me both of us trying not to stare at each other. Some fleeting glances here and there, some moment sifted through the air. If I could only run and hide to my deepest, darkest lair.
Funny, how we conceal each other’s feelings how we both go through so many intricate ways of hiding under the mask.
I blush just the thought of you learning what goes through my mind when I’m thinking of you. I think I better sit somewhere else.
Here I go again, swimming in my own tears
an overflowing river of self-loathing, self-pity
and all mixed-up of twisted feelings.
It’s a lonely river… a roller-coaster ride
to & from hell.
I’ve been on this river before and so I am familiar
with it’s twists and turns. I always tell myself to buckle up
because I don’t see myself getting out of this river anytime soon.
Strange how our seasons are completely opposite… I had the pleasure of waking up to a fresh-baked bread and a robust cup of coffee that a puts a smile on my face … while you are pouting like a grumpy old duck.
From a sleepy thought
to a hasty morning cup of joe
I longed to be touched
to be held like how a bride
carries her wedding bouquet.
