For days and nights I contemplated
if I should say “Goodbye,”
And this deciding, I grew to hate it,
As every hour flew by.
If I leave now, I can’t look back,
In minutes I’ll surely be in tears.
But if I stay, the view’ll be black,
My freedom gone, replaced by fears.
My time is up; I choose to walk,
Leave a love for an unrenowned direction.
Welcome Storm, whom I won’t block,
All I offer you’s affection.
But what surprise! Today, the Sun rose bright and clear,
And here I am, still waiting for a tear.
if I should say “Goodbye,”
And this deciding, I grew to hate it,
As every hour flew by.
If I leave now, I can’t look back,
In minutes I’ll surely be in tears.
But if I stay, the view’ll be black,
My freedom gone, replaced by fears.
My time is up; I choose to walk,
Leave a love for an unrenowned direction.
Welcome Storm, whom I won’t block,
All I offer you’s affection.
But what surprise! Today, the Sun rose bright and clear,
And here I am, still waiting for a tear.
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Thanks to a class of mine, I am inspired to write in more rigid formats. Although it seems to hinder expression, it also enhances it by forcing one to use words and phrases that might have not come to mind otherwise.
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[I can’t]
Growing cold.
It’s painful to see
that this is how it unfolds.
I’m broken. I’m shattered to pieces
but I hope you don’t regret making this choice
if this is where your peace is.
I’m frozen. So is my heart and so is my soul.
Roaming about, lost in a realm devoid of smiles I fall,
I crawl. Rain pours. I stop for sweet recollection
of how it used to be. I remember affection…
…Affection in flames. Mighty fire of love. Bliss.
But affection is dead now, affection was killed.
Affection is gone. It’s taken away. The suffering’s real.
Six thousand four hundred and eighty-six miles
of torment, weakness and agony
make you wonder why this is happening.
Overwhelming separation. Faith got lost. Love was abandoned
However, for the wounds of love one has no bandage.
For getting back on my feet I don’t seem to own the strength
because for that I must forget you. But can I? …
…and I don’t want to.
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