"who you are? I must put you into words"
I think,
I must put you into words.
Into words,
that I had wished no one could ever understand.
when you first came,
at the doorstep
just a small lonely walk on my footsteps
I saw your eyes
You've got friends around you
and yet
when you face the heavens above
The old heart of me
became one with the clouds
it's not a beautiful sight
and yet
my eyes stung momentarily
you didn't stretch out your lips
you stared at something
no, at someone
and there was a war between them.
And then suddenly,
I wonder
"who left you?"
is it a lover
or
a friend?
The outline of your face
seems to made sad movements
wherein upon myself
made me the happiest.
I never noticed
the outward of your appearance
but I saw how you lingered
upon the lonely sky.
you still haven't cried, do you?
You were not in despair
Not in your own chaos.
All I could see
was a fight of your tears and a lie?
I can never define the way you look like,
may it not be my own sight
but you are indeed
an existing man.
You were so quiet
in your loud laughter
it seems like you whisper
As if waiting
for the world to notice
just how little faith you have left.
"who are you, dear?"
My faded existence seems to know how to exist again
just for a little while
but did you know, what's the most thing that has drawn me to you?
The first time I laid my greying eyes
to your rainy eyes,
I suddenly made a secret...
words between me, the paper and the pen...
you
wrote
me.
YOU ARE READING
Dear, Stranger
Romance"An old woman losing her will and time to write, but suddenly, a young man came by with a miracle in his hands. Will she ever be able to write again, with a passion of her old self? or time will cut her short to her grave?"
