crown jewel.
all the things about you i simply adore
is when you consistently texts me from dusk 'till dawn.
and it's not much of a big deal, really,
i talk to a lot of people but i don't talk a lot
about how a certain lyrics of a song triggers my poetic desire
i talk to a lot of people but i don't talk a lot
about the things that i passionately admire;
like writing poems or stories residing from my hellfire mind
because i know that most people just couldn't get the allure
of the rhymes and the wits of a poem as a whole.
i simply adore your dimple when you smile
because when it shows, you don't know how
the butterflies in my stomach goes wild.
i adore how you randomly sends me a photo
of a black cat with green eyes that always gives you the scratch,
'cause you know all too well that among all of your pets
he's my favorite one
and we may not be that photogenic
but i simply adore how i can still make
a perfect picture of us
tou told me that we don't get
to receive blessings that we don't deserve
but I'm one hell of a paradox,
i simply can't get out of the box.
because what could i have possibly done
to possess such a crown jewel in my hand?
how can i not dispute the far-fetched notion
when even from this day i still
Scroll all the way down of our conversation
to persistently read your confession?
but you also taught me that change is constant;
you can't be stuck at the same chapter forever
So i turned to the next page; fighting the urge to worry
that i won't get to see your name —
then i realized, why am i worried if you're not?
i'm just gonna flip the pages again and again
until we crossed our paths in a forlorn affair,
like another cliche plot
so now you're the book i just couldn't put down,
the story i won't get tired to talk about
And I simply adore how it turns out.
YOU ARE READING
Wild Cards
Poesía"Wild Cards" is a collection of poems and proses for all of the uncertainties we'll have to gamble through after taking the risk and giving chance to open ourselves to something new.
