How to mend a sad heart
One day i was sad. A friend comforted me like this: r u in ur bed room, he said. I was like: yeah, i'm not doing anything weird. He said no, fold ur pillow in half. I said i 'm NOT doing anything weird. He said hug it, that is how it feels to hug my belly. I am afar and cannot hug u back, but i want u to feel my support. I did, and I felt that day, like Piglet hugging Winnie the Pooh.
First Love
Happened only once,
If/ when i love u,
U rank before daily meal.
Before showers and paper towel.
Before smiles.
Before my humble soul.
Before journeys and solitude.
Before any of my girlfriends.
Before the boss and a raise.
Before arguments.
Before understanding.
Before novels, movies or carousels.
Before knives and forks, neighbors and relatives, rumors and gossips.
Before every emotion, trance, twist-and-turn, up-and-down.
Before the spring glaze, summer tempest, autumn leaves, snow flakes and whatever comes around goes around time and times again.
U rank before all of these; ur sadness ranks before even u.
Alas ur promises fails to make the list.
I thought a love on top of so much would be of some depth; however it remains to be inadequate and shallow.
The age of 18 happened only once.