To the boy in the bookstore with the bandana.
I should have said something.
Had I foreseen that I would find a boy in a bookstore, I would have come alone.
Once you had gently walked past, I couldn’t help but hid my face in the bookshelf.
People, too many people - how was I supposed to approach you?
Everything was fine, until I saw you.
I should have said something.
Something, anything,
Even a single word would have been enough.
Everything was so quiet when I saw you, yet still it was too loud to utter any words.
You were so perfect.
Out of all the things I could have thought about you, you had to be perfect.
Unable to fathom that when you were still there.
Alas, I should realise, you are gone.
Gone, forever, I suppose,
And not a single word spoken.
I should have said something, but
Now, the time has gone.
Death Brings Flowers
Death brings flowers to teach others how they grow,
From the dark earth up to this world we live in, in attempts to bring others joy but eventually wilt away unknown of their beauty.
But don't worry, for when I go, my flowers will blossom so beautifully forever in hopes that one day - you'll pick them.
Shifting
- Written June 5th 2016 -
The world, It's shifting beneath our feet,
Forever creating cracks that cannot be filled causing us to fall to the ground leaving bruised knees and grazed wrists.
These scars, unable to heal, tear away at us,
Eventually taking our lives, leaving us empty.
But my dear I do not wish to become yet another victim of the brutality that is this world we live in,
I do not wish to become another piece of flesh, no one to hold, nothing to say and I will not become yet another nameless face, yet another unloved body, yet another victim of our society,
They will not break my bones for they are made of steel,
They will not bruise my skin for it is built to last,
They will not tear out my heart for it has been carved into my body with the love I have for you.
I will not break, I will not cry,
For I love you too much for you to see me go.