temporary road-stops
oh, and i promise the broken vows
that we may not bow our heads
to feel one's realm of bodies,
but to feel and enrich each one's soul
to lit up a little flame
that our palms could only spark,
that promises are promises
that're meant to be done
even if it nails you on the ground.
tell it to your loved ones.
tell it to the celestials and cosmos
that always lend ears and listen.
sing it to the lilies and daisies
that for once their wilted petals
will bloom once again.
that love that i once picked up
will wither and torn me again
in every other tormented way.
and you said:
"will they hear it?
"will they absorb my words as they do to sunlight?"
shout words that bleed
to the infinite stars and galaxy—
and they'll shout to you back.
and i said:
"the stars still linger its warmth to us,
it's still waiting for the end of our path."
the parallel lines are evident—
will you or will you not cross a line to get me
or we'll just embrace stars at the end of our path?
why does our love have not had the same path?
can our love cannot be as narrow as a single dot?
you cannot jump and save me, you cannot.
we'll never cross roads—for mine is an empty path,
we'll just be temporary road-stops
in this never ending adventures of life.
June 10, 2023 (11:45PM)
Posted: June 12, 2023
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Pieces of Moonbeams
PoetryPieces of Moonbeams | 2023 This poetry collection contains proses & proses woven from my heart. Pieces here are a part of me. Stained by longing, love, grief, hurt, happiness, and any other available emotion I could profoundly describe. -- I am rel...
