“What is it?”
it loves people
like a ship
to an island
you can call
h o m e.
There are things that you said has been buried twenty feet under. But even when you convinced me a million times, I am still going to be terrified of the idea of you managing to dig into them, then make another lane of memories and putting me in the middle of it.
Don’t say it is not true—slight or barely even there, it is still a possibility.
I see it in you—the kind of soulthat makes me want tospend my whole lifefalling in love repetitiously.
the love you feel
it runs, runs, runs
never stopping in the middle
always finding fissures to fill
we’re two wronged souls,
intertwined in the crowd,
who walked like ghouls,
with things to think about.
i hadn’t known that moment,
smile could drive away lament.
and fate, only took split second
to turn our whole world around.
and never in my life have i imagined,
i’d find home amongst sea of human.
your happiness should be constructed naturally;
not by demands,
not by expectations,
not by `planned ahead`s.
let it go its way, the way it’s supposed to be.