Saturday, December 01, 2018

Is it Best Than Three Words?



Father than I expected you came to my life.
Arrive in the right time when I needed someone most.
Rescue me as I'm about to fall and let me be with you.
Eccentric we became so close not knowing I slowly fall into you.
While the truth from the start we didn't know each other.
Earnestly want to know what this emotion means though.
Lest our chance to finally reveal our feelings.
Lure out the truth that lies upon this emotion.

Benign you slowly set me free.
Even if I knew you feel the same way.
Still you keep your distance that pains me.
To the exact point when I was ready to confess.
Though the moment you notice you push me away and go.
Hear nothing but a silent goodbye which is more drastic.
Avoided me rather than telling me what's on your heart.
Never look back, now I'm asking is it best than those three words?

I know you knew the eight letters I want to hear.
Lives me puzzle out for your true reason why you left.
Openly I waited till you speak the three words that I need.
Voiceless you push me away rather than words to speak.
Eventually you left me alone without an explanation.
Yearn I follow but you push me further living me with this pain.
Overthrow me as if I'm nothing left without any explanation.
Unaware of the pain you would give as a gift of farewell.

Jr.


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