Silence used to never bother me,
The cold was as familiar as my breath
And yet, these day I cannot help
But feel that something is missing
When I am not hearing your voice,
Not when I am not feeling the warmth
Of having you by my side.
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Silence used to never bother me,
The cold was as familiar as my breath
And yet, these day I cannot help
But feel that something is missing
When I am not hearing your voice,
Not when I am not feeling the warmth
Of having you by my side.
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The sky looks brighter that night,
Stars or none, my memory
Can't seem to recall,
Head full of thoughts
Yet none I remember
Except for the silent wish
That I had asked you to
Stay, so I could hold onto you
A little while longer.
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"Sunset or sunrise?",
You asked me out of blue,
My hands hover on the
Screen between us,
Thinking of what I should say.
I wanted to tell you, sunrise,
Because it reminds me of
That scene when I was talking
With you from midnight
Until the sun starts to awaken,
Of how seeing the light
Permeates the midnight blue
Made me smile uncontrollably.
But then I remembered
The way my sorrows
Trickled down my face
As I chase the setting sun
And how the way the light
Fades into darkness
Gave me some semblance
Of comfort I could not
Find in you.
You laughed lightly,
Noticing my unresponsiveness,
And repeated the question
At the same time I said,
"Both", this time you could not
Stop the chuckles that spilled,
Uttered the words,
"You really aren't good at deciding
What you like most, no? ",
I shrugged and did not tell you
That you are undoubtedly my favorite.
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And I think about
The way I felt
So happy and sad
At the same time
When I'm talking
With you,
It reminds me of
The time I wonder
How blue both
Makes me want
To smile and to cry
At the same time.
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I wanted to write
More poems for you,
Tried to think of
Countless metaphors
That will capture
The way you made me
Feel hope again,
The way seeing blue
Stopped making me
Think of sadness and
Started making me
Think of your smiles.
I wanted to write a poem
For you and the way
You awakened a part of me
I thought I lost a long time ago,
But I guess there are things
That could never be put into words.
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The way you make me
Want to throw away
The very thing that
Makes me me,
Is perhaps the main
Reason why I badly
Feel the need to
Run away from you.
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I let my poems speak for me,
The words I badly wanted to say,
Maybe you can find them here
And if they do reach you,
Please tell me so I know
That all this time I wasn't
Writing for nothing.
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When I first said that coffee doesn't suit you,
It was because I associate coffee
with feelings of restlessness and worry,
Something that you haven't made me feel,
You made me feel like I did not need to sleep
Just to run away from things, because
I could probably finish them on time anyway.
When I think of coffee, I think of productivity
Things I have to do and responsibility
I could never run away from,
But your voice sounds like a lazy Saturday
Walking around the house wearing pajamas,
Heart peaceful and my mind at rest,
I sometimes wish I never left that place,
I always hope that I could have captured
Your voice and kept it for eternity.
You are the farthest thing from coffee
But I guess it would be a lie
If I said that you aren't my favorite.
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In the stillness of midnight,
I heard the words I wanted,
The clarity they bring me
Made me feel lighter.
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I fear the day
When I finally
Get used to you,
The past taught me
My lessons well
And I already know
How this will end-
Me lying in the ruins
Of the promises I believed.
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They asked me what is the color of my love
They expected me to say black
I can see it in their eyes
Black as the ink of a pen
Staining the pristine notes
With thoughts of a disturbed writer
They expected black as the shade of my love.
But my love is all the colors on the palette,
The paint on the fingers of an artist,
He's the spectrum of every extremes and those in between,
He's the mixture of both black and white, red and green,
He's both honest and mysterious,
He's both passion and calmness.
My love is all the colors on the palette
And all those that aren't.
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Sometimes I wish
I could lock my feelings
And throw away the key
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Let your name be my anchor
In this storm breed
Ocean we're navigating
All I have to do to stop the pain-
Remember the time when
I wanted to cut my tongue
After saying,
"I love you too".
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Being a writer,
People think
I have a way with words
Yet my sentences are so
Often misunderstood
That I stopped trying
To make them understand.
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I heard your voice today
Lost in the crowd,
I tried to look for you
But strangers' backs
Block my way of maybe
Finding my way back to you.
(Isn't ironic how the world
Seems so keen on keeping us apart?)
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If I could learn how
To look at myself again
And not see how
You refused to listen
When I told you to stop,
Maybe I could forget
The things I wish you never did.