Words for him starts to invades me
i get tangled remembering him in simple
despite painful ways.
i concealed the truth of being miserable
of missing him and here it goes...
i never become bold on accepting things,
rather i prefer t0 be timid.
the bliss i feel has become a grief.
my desire for him has become a detestation.
my applaud for him has turned into despise.
my passion has suddenly changed t0 be
restraint and a tranquility t0 rest in
and my serenity has become a jealousy in the
wings of loving him.
it isn't fair.---my mind assumes...
i've lost my faith somewhere and make it a despair.
my perfect trait of malleability switched t0 be stiff.
an eerie emotion before has become a
natural feeling and what suppose to be
near has become a distant t0 me.
somewhere in my imagination i laugh on
this dilemma and thought that i always
knew how to elapse it but then, my
mistake...i cry and things remain t0 be
still...
