whenever the sun would set so freely,
i become used to realizing
that maybe, the part of letting you go
was not a bad decision at all.
you made every palm trees around me
filled with so much colors-- evergreen.
you litten up the dark sides of me
which no one has ever seen.
you came like a crashing wave
where i've put my surfboard as it
helped me cross along the shore
to smell its salty odor.
you helped me catch my breath
as i rised up from the ocean floor
where somehow i've hidden my deepest secrets
which i trusted you so i've told-
and maybe, at that time when i've let you go,
you were the sun that
would suddenly hide itself for the mean time
so i didn't have to worry
since the night would also fall
and the moon would find its way to me
lighting up the dark residue that somehow
couldn't be removed by myself.
YOU ARE READING
Phrases Within His Shadows
Poetry" they witness his bleeding on the beauty of his shadows. "
