You and Me

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You and Me

 

Everything starts to fade

The vivid one turns blurry

Centrifugally,

Parting ways, slowly but surely.

 

The tight knots becomes loose

Grip turns to hold

Until it no longer in your hand

Because I am no longer your deus

 

We’re now an asymptotic  

That never intersect

No matter how higher the value is

Still asymptotically.

 

In science field,

We are both hydrophobic 

Where you are the oil  and I am the water

We can’t be together in a mixture 

 

We’re worlds apart

Where odds is in the middle 

And maybe, It’s a sign

Telling that you aren’t mine

 

Author’s Note:

Third! ❤

You Said…

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You Said…

“Keep moving forward”
 That is what you said,
 But, how can I move forward
 If I’m always looking back to see you?

“You are beautiful”
 That is what you said,
 How can I believe you
 If you kept on staring at her?

 

“You are worthy”
 That is what you said,
 Am I really worthy?
 To be with you, to be your lady?

 

“You are too good to be true”
 Again, that is what you said,
 But, I know I wasn’t
 Why am I not enough to be with you?


 How can i believe you?
 If your actions were
 Inversely proportional to your words?
 How, tell me?


 But there is one thing you said
 “I love you”, finally
 With a teary eyes, you continue
 “…as a sister.” I shivered

 

Funny, how you made me broke
 By your poisonous words,
 How you made me confuse
 By your ambiguous actions.

 

Author’s Note:

Just pure imagination, nothings to dig up. And this is my second day and my second entry here in word press hooray! (and my second blog post for my performance task).

While the Rain is Pouring

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While the Rain is Pouring

And when it rains
I know the the world softens, 
The streets and edges 
And light post becomes attractive 

Raindrops fill my glass 
And becomes the mirror of blended colors 
It’s mesmerizing, but
Behind those colors, I saw you 

While the rain is pouring 
I saw a man walking 
Across the busy street 
Holding an umbrella

While the rain is pouring
Someone passed me by 
With a clouded mind and hazy eyes 
Holding an umbrella 

While the rain is pouring 
Someone thump me,
Not with a sword nor spear 
But the arrow pierced me

And when it rains
It coats the harsh reality for awhile,
And that moment, at least,
Everything becomes beautiful for awhile

Author’s Note:

Just another thought came up, boredom pushes me to write it (aside from this is being a performance task in my school) and so yeah, this another newbie’s creation. *wink*