“Are you sleepy, honey?” He asked while looking at my weary eyes.
“Yes.” I immediately answered with a yawn. Continue reading “The One”
The more I tried to hold it back, the stronger it becomes.
I thought I can control it, but it was so intense. It reached the point where I can no longer differentiate right from wrong.
I was drowned.
“I’m not happy anymore!”
Those were the words that I feared the most
to come out of your mouth Continue reading “UN-HAPPINESS”
Tonight’s gonna be perfect.
The man that I had secretly been admiring for months a.k.a. Mr. Brown Eyes was at the same party as me. Continue reading “The Perfect Night”
Love… intentionally ignored.
Heart shattered to pieces.
Wrists too fragile for this suffering.
Blood dripping on the floor like red ribbons.
Pain… intentionally returned.
Breaking every piece of me and I can not go back.
I will stop crying myself to sleep.
My pillows had been drowned by my tears for a long time now.
It’s time to end this.
I will close my heart.
I will leave it like this until…
Until, it stops beating.
There is this magical energy that attracts two people who consistently think of each other. Those who were struck by it call it fate.
But it is basically one of love’s unexplained ways; the mystery of how it works, not even the sharp-witted people could define.
The heart wants what it wants; there is no explanation to why it wants it.
When you find what you love, let it kill you then.
Kill you passionately with happiness as long as you accept the pain that goes with it. Continue reading “What is love, really?”
I wake up with kisses from behind.
The warmth of his breath on my cheek
gives me the feeling of certainty
from the obscure day ahead.
He is love.
He is the ghost that haunts me in a place
between sleep and wake.
The light between my sunrise and sunset.
He reminds me of the scent of mist in the morning
and the radiance of the moon at night.
And his voice…
His voice is like a gentle breeze
that can take me to a place
where the clouds meet the earth.
He is him.
I looked outside the window one fine summer morning and smiled at the greenish view that lightens up my heart.
Green grasses and trees combined with blue skies and blooming flowers are like ambrosia to me.
It always gives me the sweet feeling of bliss. Continue reading “Blowing dandelions”