2:36 am (puffy eyes optional)
interesting times
we're having
just the thought of breakups
makes one cringe
yet somewhere out there
another heart breaks
amidst the noise and chaos of the city
you hear the bustle of the streets
that unknowingly hide the sorrow
the pain that's in one's eyes
are masked by the weariness of routine
how soon can it recover?
how soon will it end?
when will redemption come and save
this lifeless soul from dying?
one marks his life with loves
yet in it marks his end
the passing of love denied
of love abandoned, 'tis his death
the yearning of such happiness
results to mere despair
and in this darkened alleys
we hear the cries of help
forlorn in misery and loneliness
hapless in the mourning
one cries her heart out to the silence
quiet greets her plaintive cry
this plea for help remains unheard
and she suffers all the more
the rustling of the wind
signals change
yet hope remains unseen
how soon can she recover?
how soon will it end?
when will redemption come and save
this lifeless soul from dying?
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"you've known... since always... in your dreams..."
-Amelie
I guess i've always known who i'll want to end up with. Not necessarily a specific person, but there's a feeling that sparks up inside you when you finally realize, this IS the one you want to spend the rest of your life with. This weird, my-insides-are-eating-me feeling that makes your knees go weak and your heart go a-flutter. This bizaare mix of emotion and hormones which makes you smile stupidly everytime he/she is mentioned.
I feel that every time i hear your name, see your face, remember your laugh. I feel that every time i recall a date, a movie, a dinner with you --- even the time we met a year after you left for MA. I remember seeing you walkingtowards me and having butterflies, realizing that it's you i want. I nonchalantly tried to look like i didn't see you of course, just stared at the bulletin board like i didn't see you there. But there it was, and there you were...
TRESE Book 7 launch at MIBF 2019
5 years ago
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