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bittersweet song
by yours truly

your smile reminds me of sunshine’s aftertaste
from lazy mornings that I try so hard to define
in my journal and lightning was always my
favorite shade of the sky because everything seems
to fade into darkness in a split-second
(but just for a moment)
before a kaleidoscope of colors
start to reappear
in your eyes.

when we were both fifteen,
we used to believe that stars
could make our wishes come true but,
like love,
all they ever taught us was
how to fall.

as the darkness haunts the night,
it’s as if you braided the moonlight on my hair
so that even when you close your eyes,
you can still see my reflection.

while we wait for summer
to sing his lullaby
one last time,
we hold hands
and start to dance
inside our minds.

I guess you’re still
a little boy with big dreams
and I’m still a little girl
with a broken heart.

you were already a part of me
even before you knew my name
and I was already yours
even before you memorized my face.

I hope someday, we will finally meet
and together, both of us will learn how to fly
and touch the sky with our
bittersweet song.

carousel by yours truly

this paper is our dance floor
as words waltz from our fingers
and we spill our hearts on the page.

please don’t stop the music of our poetry, darling.
oh, please don’t stop.

we create melodies from thoughts
as if dreams are the piano keys.

guitar strings lace our throats
waiting for the silence
to break from our lips.

and even if the earth spins
like a carousel with nothing to live for,
will you still hold my hand then?

hearts to everyone ~♥