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The scent of innocence in comely vivid ataraxis, The manly coats were loaded with tenaciously clingy butterflies accompanied by heartbeats; Whereas, wisterias on my feet burned colors, You'll see some blissful naughty little glitters flying like magical mythical creatures, As pixies flew into the yellow greatness of a sun's ray, The leaves, birds, and winds were presently there to play, It was on Monday, the smell of the very first day. The humming September came telling me her queenly sweet name. She handed me the light blue rose, and her voice sounded like xenization is lame. Angelyn. Hi! God I'm so shy. I was a dandelion in this story, dreamy in sunny, always in dreary. Days and winds I've wished someday she'll pick me. Until the rainbow and the Gale had told me to be free, January's reverie and sunrise, Kept telling me to let the sleeping dog lie. Then I cease to seize the friendly daytime, Just to write with vibrant mornings in sublime. With an empty pocket, I continued to walk my heart into the greatness of enthralling sunset. Telling myself soon I'll be fine, Even though I can't call her mine. I came across the white rose during my heyday. Her laughter and smiles can make your day and surely forever you'll stay. I asked for the stars, crescent, and Saturn. Succiduous because that's what I have learned. The letters from the lights formed into words, I've read Angelica where I became a nerd, loving all her curves. She's cute like a fairy with her Indian beauty, Have never failed to amaze me. Yes, she said yes to me. But sadly, my heart was still empty. Perhaps, I found my piece but my red heart is missing, Sending feelings and strings while the moon is snoring, One blink, the windless day bleeds into dark, Forgetting the sparks losing its footmark. Sunday's night felt like the first anhedonia, Sent farewell and received lypophrenia, A vague feeling of sadness without cause, She never worried about when I lost. Until I found and met Jenny, Towering with a gorgeous beauty, a thornless rose with a hint of peachy. Dandelion and I became a pea flower, and vines, Walking and crawling touching all the lines. I'm chasing the blazing time every afternoon. Crashing into the hustle and bustle to see her smiles with that grey uniform, And there, she's comely safe and sound. In the jungle of strangers, She prefers walking behind me, tapping my shoulders, Playing hide and seek in public-like And suddenly popping in front of me with all the laughter. I know her friends aren't happy, They don't even look or say hi to her when she's with me. One distressing night of purge, I told her everything with all the truth and courage. My sapphire color went away and faded, I was fine but everything's meaningless and that's more of making me sad enough in my lonesome bed. Felt like I was walking in a not so tight knot hanging by a thread. One week I isolated myself in my room, There I found peace in listening to Spotify from sun to moon. I disconnect to reconnect, Until I felt the gentle sun was touching my neck. I went back to school I also purchased lemonade in a bottle from the grocery store, A lavender rose-like rang the bells opening the door, She spoke a lot with her hair dancing every time she walks. I just stared at her, I couldn't even talk. From days to months, I knew she would create my euphoria. Maria Flordeluna's nights were always drawn into fireflies and fireworks, Every second she held my hands and made my nights with her smiles and smirks. I remember when I asked her to be my girl, Bashful and pretty at the same time touching her black curl, I lay down on the road, telling her I won't get up, Asking for her YES and I am confident enough, An incoming truck from three blocks away, I will not get up and she chose to stay, Until she whispered the word that made the fireworks and fireflies, So bright and colorful from our night skies. I couldn't ask for more, With all the love she gave I am the happiest and that's what I truly adore. From a calm August to the emptiness of September, She were always there but the heaviness is losing down to my shoulder, It's not her, it was me losing myself from the silent battles, Silent battles of mine knowing that I will never win, But her delicate rays were still shining, Glowing in my dingy little world telling me I was her fave, I am always grateful for the love and care she gave however, I don't wanted to be saved. After a couple of years, she finally freed her heart, Mundane and banal - losing its vibrant color and spark. I hope she'll smile a little when she will hear my name, The way she count the infinite stars from my night sky, because this time I will do the same. It's too late I guess for me to pursue her, For she already gave to someone her "Yes, I do father." Sigh! I was speechless but it's not a wry. Looking back and nothing left to do but cry. After an endless days of longing, Here I met Selene. She was amazing, I'm always impressed with her writing. The way she wrote my name decorated with Poetry, It was like a spring season when nature's becoming green in sultry. The way she hugged me. I felt the warmest intimacy, As if I was in a fireplace, a grate or hearth at the base of a chimney. Sitting in a couch in the midst of winter with a cup of coffee. She even made a scrapbook for me. God knows how much I love her, I walked the empty streets just to hear her laughter. For the very first time I deeply fell, But I will never kiss and tell. Even so, I forgot how important the golden time is. I became a quite selfish, I was a fool to believe that she'll never feel so lonely since she already have me. I was stupid enough to let her eat alone with my family, And I was with my friends outside celebrating their graduations hardly. Now I understand why she lose grip so easily when I told her to leave me. Eight years in college, I'm still pouring tears into my clear cup locked up in a cage. Amidst, I was paired with Rochelle, Beautiful, charming, and all too well. Stunning in velvet red, I love all the words she said. She's a picturesque more likely an open field of scarlet red roses on Pinterest. The paradise that you see when you dream before sleeping in your cozy bed. I can't keep my little eyes off of her for she's a glam, She's gorgeous than those pretty girls on Instagram. She was my Alice in a wonderful land. Full of dreams where real and rare she friended, She hold my right hand until my heartaches were mended. Same as the flowers on Valentine's Day, She tilted away. I told her the truth that I really love to stay even though I am gay. Her tone of voice was comfortable to hear, Thoughtful enough without any fear. I felt the softest hug the way she wrapped and wore her veil, I hold her hand kissing the tip of her pointing finger nail. With all the love I saved, In long distance relationship she's the only thing that I craved... I want to see her and be with her side, Somehow I made her feel like I ran and hide. That's right, now all I have is regret, I failed to protect or I should've kept her in my arms instead. I let her walked away without any assurance, I should've hold her hands tightly and asked her to dance. I should've put her in my flower vase blooming with a kiss of the sun, By some means with my hands on my hips, I just smiled seeing her growing vibrantly on someone's palm.
