“If you love poetry, you would know that it comes from either the highest happiness or the deepest sorrow.”
ON LOVE FOUND
Two Pieces of a Puzzle
When they look at me, I am a mystery.
When they look at you, they are figuring out your history.
They never do understand,
That we are two pieces of puzzle caught in time spanned.
Only when they finally see us, at last in conjunction,
The way coming true of a prediction.
It is then they understand how I have your back and how you make me better,
That baby, you and I are two pieces of a puzzle, and we just click together.
Feels a Lot like Love
I don’t know what love is, but I know what it feels like.
Love is like hot coffee on cold winter days, like jeans that fit you just right no matter what size.
Love is not like the idea of love; it is not like teddy bears and roses.
Love is like persistent promises that don’t break,
and comfortable silences that have pushed out all pretext
Love is like that feeling,
which feels a lot like love.
ON LOVE LOST
Prisoner
I look over from the jarring bars around me,
There is so much of real fake love out there.
I am happy inside, I comfort myself in denial,
Even though my longing glances give away the burden my heart bears.
But once in a while, someone catches those glances and comes over with a rose.
I am allergic, I say and turn on the real fake smile in pain.
Truth be told, I just couldn’t bear to relive the flashbacks
that you have burned into my brain.
And It’s because of you I am scarred,
And living like a prisoner in my own heart.
Footprints
It’s like we had stood there on the beach in another life
our hands entwined, like the sky and the sea.
Long walks and laughter naively passing the time till we had to part.
So now it’s just sadness and the sound of waves crashing over my broken heart
desperately trying to heal and make it whole,
Washing away the footprints that you have left in my soul.
