My little Butterflies.

Monday, February 25, 2013

I saw it when I saw you.


It was when I met you, 
when I understood love song
and why couples danced with each other. 

I understood kissing and why it was the most beautiful thing. 

I understood why heartbroken people cried 
and why they stayed away from everyone when their hearts shattered
 because they needed their space 
to fill it with the voice of their lover who left 
and the memories to bring their hearts' pieces together 
then break them again. 

It was when I met you, 
when I understood what life was all about 
and why people stayed late at night thinking about that someone.

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

I'm right here.


That Girl.

 

Falling, Crashing; still Standing.



Time and time again, 
we love people who we cannot have.
Falling in love 
with those whom we can't be with.

Nothing hurts more than being so near yet so far.

My little quirks, 
not all will accept.
My insecurities,
not all shall bear with.
My clingy heart,
not all so uncomplaining.

It's so hard to find someone who'd love you unconditionally.

This heart's forever searching,
for its one and only.
I think I have found you,
This heart is beating for you.

...but am I your heart's last falling?

We could be everything together. 
We can make each other happy.
Kissing each other freely, 
and love with great urgency, not hastily. 

Darling, wherever you are, I'll be here; waiting patiently.

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