Not Again, Not Again

It has to stop and I stopped it myself

I know, I know it was wrong that’s why I did

They say it’s inevitable, a natural human thing

But it’s never the same for me

I make the same mistakes over and over again

I am tired and mindless

Despite this, life goes on, continues as we live imperfect lives striving to be perfect

Close enough to be good, close enough…

I am a sinner, I am unworthy, I am imperfect

But we always go back to Him to ask for repentance

To lead a brighter life with His grace

And live in peace.

 

My Moon

My moon, I miss you
Countless nights I beg for your embrace
Yet only shadows of you fill me inside
It creeps my weary soul

“I should have foreseen this”,
That I thought many times
Full of regret, helplessly I cry
Then comes your light
To comfort my sorrow

“Neither did I”
The clouds have arrived
Longing wails deep within
Voices start to scream
A dark liquid bursts and drips

Then comes your light
Warmth began to be felt
I wiped my tears away
And looked afar
The sky is shining
The darkness is over
Still, I miss you, my love

Stolen Glances

You close your eyes

I look at you

The wild beast inside

Slowly gains power

Once again

You close your eyes

and I look at you

You cast a spell on me

Unconsciously

Freezing the moment

You close your eyes

I look at you

Where wonders are deep within

Hidden from all the Earth

I want to see them all

You close your eyes

I’m tired looking at you

Secret glances

To the eyes, I know

Will never meet

Yet I have no other choice

When our threads are intertwined

Every time this stupid fate

Keeps bringing me to you

Like this

And I know its my fault

To fall for Cupid’s trap again

Because I would still

Still look at you

Every time you close your eyes

I can’t

 

Can I just not live?

Fake smiles, fake laughs

Pretending that I’m okay

When I am definitely not

Cause I’m wrecked

I’m confused

I’m incomplete

Your Name

How can I forget

Your name

It’s everywhere

Tearing me apart

The Train

Today

The train left me hanging

As seconds turned to minutes

and minutes turned to hours

I waited

But looking back

there is nothing

Nothing

but an illusion

Then  maybe

this is the end

this is the sign

that I should stop

Because maybe

the train

never existed

at all.