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LIke a lovestruck teenager,

I am holding onto you.

But you don’t even know me,

you never had a clue.

About the love I feel,

Or the dreams I have inside.

You don’t even think about me,

yet you’re always in my mind.

Like a lovestruck teenager,

I’m writing letters everyday.

Though I never had the guts to send ’em to you.

But I keep on writing anyway.

About the everything I feel,

And all the love I want to give.

But you were always with someone else.

And my love, you cannot receive.

Still like a lovestruck teenager,

I am not afraid to let you know.

That your smile is my favorite vision.

and I can never let you go.

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I opened my eyes to a new morning.
I have nowhere to go but my spirit’s soaring.
No idea about what will happen today.
But I know there’s nothing that can cause dismay.

Good thoughts and nice flutter.
I feel the wind touching my face.
Such a very good feeling.
The air is my saving grace.

I feel most alive now.
With such a youthful drive.
I know life wouldn’t be easy.
But I don’t mind to strive.

I was never really an optimist
but it’s nice to be on for a change.
I don’t want to dwell on the bad
when positivitiy has an endless range.


Another long deep breath

for a closing argument.

Another awkward silence

in the heated moment.

Afraid to say something wrong.

She said nothing at all.

He’s been waiting for so long.

Her answers are stalled.

He wants to talk about it.

She doesn’t want to argue.

He tried to say what’s in his head.

She believed it was untrue.

Doubt fills up her heart.

He’s slowly drifting away.

He was looking for a reason

for him to even stay.

She just let it all passed by.

She think It’ll be over soon.

He caught another’s eye.

The attention made him swoon.

While she pretended everything will be alright.

though that’s not what her heart and mind tells.

He decided to spend the night,

Not with her but with somebody else.


Small talks and Stolen glances

Hands are tied

 But you’re taking chances

Just looking in yet standing outside

smells like another sin.

Stepped a toe out of line

Take your chances, thinking it is fine.

You removed your ring,

Rehearse your lines.

Let the games begin….

He’s playing his cards.

With coolness and suave

She’s taking part, hoping to love.

In the dark. In the night.

Two bodies collide.

She’s playing her heart.

He’s using his mind.

Now He got what he wanted.

He got rid of the heat.

He left her with nothing

but promises he couldn’t keep.


Looking inside and wanting to belong,

Curled up in bed with heart beating strong.

Closed lip sighs, another pain locked away.

Vows you want to make but it was never the right day.

Taking a leap, you have been waiting for so long.

Immense in a state where heart is breaking in the sun.

Opened up yourself and wishing him to stay.

But he was never in love, he just cared anyway.

You tell yourself it’s okay. You tried to give your best shot.

But you were never okay with the fact that he loves you not.

You chose to put on a face. So determined, so willing, so brave.

But unraveling the mask, you are trapped in loneliness’s grave.

Crackling sounds of thunder is not helping your case.

Falling is a kind of blunder and believing is such a waste.

You were on the brink of giving up the love you always want.

But just before you were to cut ends loose, he extended his hand.

He reached to you and suddenly you feel no reason to be sad.

Your heart skipped a beat and you swore it was the best day you ever had.


Clouding up in thoughts

while mind speaks frightened words.

Whispers in the wind

but messages remain unheard.

The solitude of a man,

peaceful as the break of dawn.

In a solitary room,

where love was never on.

He has nowhere to go.

No one to turn to for advice.

He is on his own.

Watching himself demise.

Alone in the silence

Left out in the crowd.

With nothing but his thoughts

and the pain screaming loud.


Truth to be told,

I need you to hold.

My Hand, My Heart.

When can we even start?

Truth to be said,

You piled up in my head.

Your smile, Your skin.

My defenses are turning thin.

That’s the truth locked inside of me.

 I am already setting it free.

Now that you have it in your hands…

Are you going to tell me, Where I should stand?