The Art of Moving On
I was overwhelmed by the hands that held mine.
The warmth and grip of his palms intwined.
As I looked into his eyes I saw thousands of stars.
It blinded my eyes and left me countiing the hours.
I pulled the gaze of a wondering child.
He pat my back and pushed me to fly.
I stepped a little trying to get wild,
But he pushed me further... then I fly.
The pressure on my back still lingered at night,
As I close my eyes... I see a world so right.
I called unto him but he's never to be found.
How can I see him in this world so big and round?
I inhaled all the air and courage I could get.
I readied my cords to call him so dear.
Our eyes look passed and didn't even met.
My soul was crashed and embodied with fear.
I recovered so fast from the pain of my heart.
It was easy you see... no need for manual.. just art.
I moved on to the notion that he'll never be mine.
But my heart would always scream, "I'll never be fine".
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Dream my Reality (Poem)
PuisiI can't understand myself sometimes. It's like all my emotions are being whipped all at once. It's like a puzzle that has no solution. A never ending maze. :) But sometimes, it's better to keep it that way, right? :)
