‘Did you ever notice how beautiful you are?
Go, take a look in the mirror, see?
You look like an angel my dear,
I’ve never seen one; surely I’ll feel the same sensation when I see one
But oh, you are so pretty
My poetry, my poetry, my poetry…
My every reasons for the birth of all these
And the mother of my inspirations
Oh you,
You are like a Stream
With lots and lots of Greens along the banks
You, resemble my peace
My solute peace…
So wash me.
O, maybe you could also be the Sky and Clouds?
I just love both of them.
I’ll be the Clouds and I’ll let you to be the Blue sky…
Why?
So that I could caress you each time I pass by
And hug you tight everyday…
And you give me peace with your colour…
Oh how I love to be that…
So surround me.’
He writes,
And this is just by looking at her eyes
Beautiful aren’t they?
THE MAN WHO STOPS TO LOVE
It seems that she was not afraid to love at all
She proved it could happen
Though it would be something of a burden
But she wasn’t afraid…
She proved that.
Oh, it was lovely when ‘they’ happen…
Yes, finally he could sense the greatness of God,
Began to fear him once again
And life seems to head a proper direction
Though vague in some parts, yet it moves forward…
But they are lying to themselves…
Yes, romance filled their tanks but in doing so
They are actually heading into something they cannot handle
And so it happened…
It was bitter, for him…at least she still has someone to hug
It was bitter…
He tried to let her go
But it seems too hard to do so…
She is the one he awaits for so long…
And he was the man she used to read in her novels
Yet they faced each other but couldn’t do anything…
He remembers all the kisses he had gave
Will she remembers them?
He stops praising the Stars, again…
Oh, it was bitter to be alive, he mourned
She, the second one to received his total love and loyalty
Couldn’t be with him…
Oh, what a mess he had done onto her…
Now, will he ever do something he was afraid to do?
Love doesn’t mean we have to be together…
Can he hold a life on that?
Can he…?
He stops to love finally,
But at a price…
Others will be another set of collection,
Wonder if he will walk those similar path all over again?
I guess he will…oh what a mess his life will be again.
I see him holding his trump mask.
The mask of smiling Casanova,
Oh, he will be back…
With revenge…
He stops loving her
Because he loves her more than himself…
And she matters the most…
‘So be gone! I’ll seek excuses to make hate with you
Although there’s none…!’
Love doesn’t have to be together,
He finally holds that believe.
The man who stops to love
The lady that wasn’t afraid to love.
He misses her, let that be his hate.
The Lady Who Was Afraid to Love: Intertwined Life
He never believes in fate
He hated the very notion that life is as predicted
But somehow it is fated that they met.
In every chilling night
Where some seems haunted
He’s moving fingers writing rubbish
Because his mind won’t shut
If only he could shout
But he turns them into words
That he never reads but laid it for others
He wonders why his days seem to be nice in these recent days
It turns to be weeks now…
What will be the reason?
As he is the one that believes everything that happen has a solid reason…
The reason for all his yucky words that some call poems
Is he worth to be call a poet?
He plays with risk most of his time,
Won some and lose some
But still he plays…
She walks her usual line
A life that she had secured for her future
but deep inside she holds herself?
Life won’t be meaningful if we were to hold the best of us inside
Don’t let us rot
So be free, because life is short to be wasted
Walk with Him but fly free
He walks this line.
Yes, they finally meet.
But he had met her earlier
Where you might ask?
Well, that rubbish weren’t rubbish at all
In dreams though vague, it was certainly her
In those words, thousands of praises in verses
Was meant for her though they never met before
She was written before he even saw her…
But life never let us the weak to run freely…
Nor even to love freely…
In her silence, she question,
“I wish to be brave but never once I’ve thought of this...
never thought that somebody might come and challenge the ground that I’ve stand on…
and the others what will happen to them?
Should I play along? Should I? No! This is not right!”
Each day she falls deeper into him
but each day she allows her fear consume her.,..
She lies on her bed, hoping that sleep will be her escape
she lied to herself...
What will you do if you are not afraid, my dear?
I ask of her…
He persist, as he believes to never walk away from your dreams
Seeking chances just to look into her eyes
Beautiful they…
But he too lies sometimes,
Because he too is afraid that she might be hurt…
So both play the lying game
He put his desire in frame
She tries to stay the same
When actually, both is dying
To be together…
Life intertwined,
Like a maze where in every turn
They will risk their feelings
Hold what you believe and be brave
Because the end is never too far
As the line is there, paved…
So walk it together,
Because you were meant for each other…
You are.
I could almost see a beautiful scenery
May it not just be a scenery?
Because it looks so complete
Though nothing is ever complete
Still, it looks so heavenly.
He hated the very notion that life is as predicted
But somehow it is fated that they met.
In every chilling night
Where some seems haunted
He’s moving fingers writing rubbish
Because his mind won’t shut
If only he could shout
But he turns them into words
That he never reads but laid it for others
He wonders why his days seem to be nice in these recent days
It turns to be weeks now…
What will be the reason?
As he is the one that believes everything that happen has a solid reason…
The reason for all his yucky words that some call poems
Is he worth to be call a poet?
He plays with risk most of his time,
Won some and lose some
But still he plays…
She walks her usual line
A life that she had secured for her future
but deep inside she holds herself?
Life won’t be meaningful if we were to hold the best of us inside
Don’t let us rot
So be free, because life is short to be wasted
Walk with Him but fly free
He walks this line.
Yes, they finally meet.
But he had met her earlier
Where you might ask?
Well, that rubbish weren’t rubbish at all
In dreams though vague, it was certainly her
In those words, thousands of praises in verses
Was meant for her though they never met before
She was written before he even saw her…
But life never let us the weak to run freely…
Nor even to love freely…
In her silence, she question,
“I wish to be brave but never once I’ve thought of this...
never thought that somebody might come and challenge the ground that I’ve stand on…
and the others what will happen to them?
Should I play along? Should I? No! This is not right!”
Each day she falls deeper into him
but each day she allows her fear consume her.,..
She lies on her bed, hoping that sleep will be her escape
she lied to herself...
What will you do if you are not afraid, my dear?
I ask of her…
He persist, as he believes to never walk away from your dreams
Seeking chances just to look into her eyes
Beautiful they…
But he too lies sometimes,
Because he too is afraid that she might be hurt…
So both play the lying game
He put his desire in frame
She tries to stay the same
When actually, both is dying
To be together…
Life intertwined,
Like a maze where in every turn
They will risk their feelings
Hold what you believe and be brave
Because the end is never too far
As the line is there, paved…
So walk it together,
Because you were meant for each other…
You are.
I could almost see a beautiful scenery
May it not just be a scenery?
Because it looks so complete
Though nothing is ever complete
Still, it looks so heavenly.
The Lady Who Was Afraid to Love: Praises
He never believes in fate
He hated the very notion that life is as predicted
But somehow it is fated that they met.
In every chilling night
Where some seems haunted
He’s moving fingers writing rubbish
Because his mind won’t shut
If only he could shout
But he turns them into words
That he never reads but laid it for others
He wonders why his days seem to be nice in these recent days
It turns to be weeks now…
What will be the reason?
As he is the one that believes everything that happen has a solid reason…
The reason for all his yucky words that some call poems
Is he worth to be call a poet?
He plays with risk most of his time,
Won some and lose some
But still he plays…
She walks her usual line
A life that she had secured for her future
but deep inside she holds herself?
Life won’t be meaningful if we were to hold the best of us inside
Don’t let us rot
So be free, because life is short to be wasted
Walk with Him but fly free
He walks this line.
Yes, they finally meet.
But he had met her earlier
Where you might ask?
Well, that rubbish weren’t rubbish at all
In dreams though vague, it was certainly her
In those words, thousands of praises in verses
Was meant for her though they never met before
She was written before he even saw her…
But life never let us the weak to run freely…
Nor even to love freely…
In her silence, she question,
“I wish to be brave but never once I’ve thought of this...
never thought that somebody might come and challenge the ground that I’ve stand on…
and the others
what will happen to them? Should I play along? Should I? No! This is not right!”
Each day she falls deeper into him
but each day she allows her fear consume her.,..
She lies on her bed, hoping that sleep will be her escape
she lied to herself
What will you do if you are not afraid, my dear?
I ask of her…
He persist, as he believes to never walk away from your dreams
Seeking chances just to look into her eyes
Beautiful they…
But he too lies sometimes,
Because he too is afraid that she might be hurt…
So both play the lying game
He put his desire in frame
She tries to stay the same
When actually, both is dying
To be together…
Life intertwine
Like a maze where in every turn
They will risk their feelings
Hold what you believe and be brave
Because the end is never too far
As the line is there, paved…
So walk it together,
Because you were meant for each other…
You are.
I could almost see a beautiful scenery
May it not just be a scenery?
Because it looks so complete
Though nothing is ever complete
Still, it looks so heavenly.
He hated the very notion that life is as predicted
But somehow it is fated that they met.
In every chilling night
Where some seems haunted
He’s moving fingers writing rubbish
Because his mind won’t shut
If only he could shout
But he turns them into words
That he never reads but laid it for others
He wonders why his days seem to be nice in these recent days
It turns to be weeks now…
What will be the reason?
As he is the one that believes everything that happen has a solid reason…
The reason for all his yucky words that some call poems
Is he worth to be call a poet?
He plays with risk most of his time,
Won some and lose some
But still he plays…
She walks her usual line
A life that she had secured for her future
but deep inside she holds herself?
Life won’t be meaningful if we were to hold the best of us inside
Don’t let us rot
So be free, because life is short to be wasted
Walk with Him but fly free
He walks this line.
Yes, they finally meet.
But he had met her earlier
Where you might ask?
Well, that rubbish weren’t rubbish at all
In dreams though vague, it was certainly her
In those words, thousands of praises in verses
Was meant for her though they never met before
She was written before he even saw her…
But life never let us the weak to run freely…
Nor even to love freely…
In her silence, she question,
“I wish to be brave but never once I’ve thought of this...
never thought that somebody might come and challenge the ground that I’ve stand on…
and the others
what will happen to them? Should I play along? Should I? No! This is not right!”
Each day she falls deeper into him
but each day she allows her fear consume her.,..
She lies on her bed, hoping that sleep will be her escape
she lied to herself
What will you do if you are not afraid, my dear?
I ask of her…
He persist, as he believes to never walk away from your dreams
Seeking chances just to look into her eyes
Beautiful they…
But he too lies sometimes,
Because he too is afraid that she might be hurt…
So both play the lying game
He put his desire in frame
She tries to stay the same
When actually, both is dying
To be together…
Life intertwine
Like a maze where in every turn
They will risk their feelings
Hold what you believe and be brave
Because the end is never too far
As the line is there, paved…
So walk it together,
Because you were meant for each other…
You are.
I could almost see a beautiful scenery
May it not just be a scenery?
Because it looks so complete
Though nothing is ever complete
Still, it looks so heavenly.
The Lady Who Was Afraid to Love: A love story pt. 2
The Man
Enter a man,
Who had lost a valuable portion of himself,
Who finally understand a little bit more about the world,
Who live a life based on what he wants and beliefs,
Who live to love and be loved.
He searched for a lady to share his thoughts and feelings
But he was wasted.
sometimes he felt discontent for his lies,
So he stop, and evaluate what actually he wants in life.
He suffer inside as he wanted so much to love somebody…
Somebody that fulfil his poetry…
So he kept writing them
He writes, he writes and writes
More and more…
He writes about his feelings
About what he wants
And what he would do if he found her
How he would love her if he had the chance
He writes about the miles he would go
just to be with her.
He writes about love nowadays
because he is so much in love
but to a love he could not hold…
Yet he waits.
But given the chance
this lady will never live a single day
without being love…
and for her, he will dream the impossible
as he will try to give the very best to her…
In the open field
they will lie together
counting stars while holding hands
speak in whispery voice
admiring the night, beautiful night…
And under the shining moon
they will kiss
and let love decide the rest.
And in the day,
they will run…
along the beaches and be wet
and he will hug this lady
for she makes him happy
and forget his loneliness…
Under the shades of trees
they sat while admiring the sinking of the Mighty Sun into the sea
and felt blessed, that they, finally be together…
Yes, some of these are impossible,
but he will make up to it…
Love her, he always will
adore and admire her in his every breath
That’s what he will do…
Because this is what he will be
when he’s deeply in love…
Enter a man,
Who had lost a valuable portion of himself,
Who finally understand a little bit more about the world,
Who live a life based on what he wants and beliefs,
Who live to love and be loved.
He searched for a lady to share his thoughts and feelings
But he was wasted.
sometimes he felt discontent for his lies,
So he stop, and evaluate what actually he wants in life.
He suffer inside as he wanted so much to love somebody…
Somebody that fulfil his poetry…
So he kept writing them
He writes, he writes and writes
More and more…
He writes about his feelings
About what he wants
And what he would do if he found her
How he would love her if he had the chance
He writes about the miles he would go
just to be with her.
He writes about love nowadays
because he is so much in love
but to a love he could not hold…
Yet he waits.
But given the chance
this lady will never live a single day
without being love…
and for her, he will dream the impossible
as he will try to give the very best to her…
In the open field
they will lie together
counting stars while holding hands
speak in whispery voice
admiring the night, beautiful night…
And under the shining moon
they will kiss
and let love decide the rest.
And in the day,
they will run…
along the beaches and be wet
and he will hug this lady
for she makes him happy
and forget his loneliness…
Under the shades of trees
they sat while admiring the sinking of the Mighty Sun into the sea
and felt blessed, that they, finally be together…
Yes, some of these are impossible,
but he will make up to it…
Love her, he always will
adore and admire her in his every breath
That’s what he will do…
Because this is what he will be
when he’s deeply in love…
The Lady Who Was Afraid to Love: A love story pt. 1
The Lady
And in one silent night,
cold and whispery is the Wind,
she leans by the window pane,
with a novel in her hand
eyes fixed to every words written
and her pointy finger, moved along those words
affirming everything she read…
she misses him
but what she misses actually is herself
as she knows that her life is incomplete
but she makes believe, that everyone feel the same way.
Little that she knows,
some, had found a complete life.
Little that she knows
life, though hard to be content most of the time,
it can be completed.
But one has to take chances and face the risk
because good things never come free
as a complete life can only be found
behind every door that waits to be open.
Yet, she let her fear takes the best of her
and only through her novels
she experience the best of Love…
without realizing that what she did was wishing,
wishing that she could have the same life
where love roam free and fulfil her needs and
feelings…
Where love is poetry
that reflects her beauty…
Life is good but she never imagines it could be great…
and with that she kills off her dreams and herself.
She kills any hope of getting a better person to love her…
as she believes Dinners and Diapers solutes everything
when actually she was afraid of the future that could be better.
Time continues to flow
Pages of stories read.
She argued with herself.
She forced herself to accept her fate.
She forced herself to believe that this is the best she could get.
So she walks the usual steps…
Hoping that someday her man will eventually be the man she had wished for…
when actually she hold the power to change her fate…
but she was afraid…
as she believes that fairytale love exist only in pages
only in paperback and can never come true…
no, she will someday see…
And in one silent night,
cold and whispery is the Wind,
she leans by the window pane,
with a novel in her hand
eyes fixed to every words written
and her pointy finger, moved along those words
affirming everything she read…
she misses him
but what she misses actually is herself
as she knows that her life is incomplete
but she makes believe, that everyone feel the same way.
Little that she knows,
some, had found a complete life.
Little that she knows
life, though hard to be content most of the time,
it can be completed.
But one has to take chances and face the risk
because good things never come free
as a complete life can only be found
behind every door that waits to be open.
Yet, she let her fear takes the best of her
and only through her novels
she experience the best of Love…
without realizing that what she did was wishing,
wishing that she could have the same life
where love roam free and fulfil her needs and
feelings…
Where love is poetry
that reflects her beauty…
Life is good but she never imagines it could be great…
and with that she kills off her dreams and herself.
She kills any hope of getting a better person to love her…
as she believes Dinners and Diapers solutes everything
when actually she was afraid of the future that could be better.
Time continues to flow
Pages of stories read.
She argued with herself.
She forced herself to accept her fate.
She forced herself to believe that this is the best she could get.
So she walks the usual steps…
Hoping that someday her man will eventually be the man she had wished for…
when actually she hold the power to change her fate…
but she was afraid…
as she believes that fairytale love exist only in pages
only in paperback and can never come true…
no, she will someday see…
forever in your shadow
forever in your shadow
no matter how hard i try
forever i'll be indebted in your shadow...
how i wish i could just forget and move on with my life,
but to no avail, to no avail... forever indebted in your shadow..
all you see is another reflecion of yours
perhaps this one is the closest at least for me...
yet, i've done it again the sins that shouldn't be done
all because of my stupidity...
forever in your shadow i wish to see you again and laugh like we used to laugh
because i miss you so...
forever in your shadow...
no matter how hard i try
forever i'll be indebted in your shadow...
how i wish i could just forget and move on with my life,
but to no avail, to no avail... forever indebted in your shadow..
all you see is another reflecion of yours
perhaps this one is the closest at least for me...
yet, i've done it again the sins that shouldn't be done
all because of my stupidity...
forever in your shadow i wish to see you again and laugh like we used to laugh
because i miss you so...
forever in your shadow...
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