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To Thee

Edgar wrote of Annabel Lee

Who lived in the kingdom by the sea.

I’d also like to write poetry

About my love to thee.

But feelings are hard to put into words.

How can I make it sweet like the chirping of the birds?

What sort of rhyme must I write

To let your emotions ignite?

Still, ideas escape me

Unlike Edgar who wrote about Annabel Lee.

My paper is still empty

And I still contemplate of that poetry

One that I’ll dedicate to thee.

©Maria Michaela

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Heartless

Heart once was full, now there is none.

Heart once was gold, now it’s all gone.

Heart that was neat, now all a giant mess.

Heart that had more, now is feeling less and less

Locked

I kept my heart locked, but not for the reasons that many think

I kept it lock so the right key may open it someday.

©Maria Michaela

To The Hearts…

That ache

That break

That still and keeps on loving

That keeps on hoping

That cried

Whose love was denied.

Cheers to the hearts that keep on mending

That continues to give joy that’s never ending.

©Maria Michaela

Cruel

The world is cruel sometimes

For here I am loving you

Yet there you are, loving her

©Maria Michaela

It’s here.

The time has come.

I’m ready to let you go now

I’ll get through this some way, somehow

Time to say goodbye

And let myself fly

Away from you that caused this heart to ache

Away from what could have been my worst mistake.

This is the final act

And this is without a doubt, a fact

That this is the last time

That I will cry for you

©Maria Michaela

February Morning

Alarm went off, I’m still quite sleepy

The sun hasn’t risen yet.

Just like that, January came and went

February is still unsure.

I contemplate on what the first day of February will bring

As I slowly start my daily routine.

Bugnaw (Cold)

Ang kabugnaw sa hangin

Nga mi dampi sa akong aping,

Walay sama sa kabugnaw

Sa imong kasing-kasing.

—–

The cold wind

That brushes upon my face

Is nothing compared

To the coldness of your heart.

©Maria Michaela

Scraped

I scraped my knee again.

Mom is going to be angry.

She’s going to count to ten

So I’ll enter the house, ending my play abruptly.

.

My knee already hurts but she’ll still scold me.

I’ll get banished to my room like Rapunzel trapped in the tower.

She’ll ground me indefinitely

Though I don’t know what that means.

All I know is that it would be more than an hour.

.

So instead of telling mom that I scraped my knee

I’ll keep this a secret and just wash the wound completely.

Mom doesn’t need to know so I can continue playing.

That sounds like a good plan, that’s all I’m saying.

©Maria Michaela

Tongue Tied

I want to tell you something

Tell you that your smile is captivating.

But how can I say this out loud?

I can’t handle this crowd.

I get nervous just being near you

I know that’s nothing new.

But I wish I didn’t stumble around you

I wish I knew what to do.

Still, everytime I try to convey what I feel inside

My words get lost, then I start to slur and get tongue tied.

So when you ask, I just smiled

Because I would rather be silent and hide

Than to try and speak and again get tongue tied.

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