And I could have loved you in so many ways
I would have loved you truly
Unconditionally
Fully
And all I’d ever ask in return
Is for you to do the same
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Yes, not for love
But to love.
To what it feels when someone sees your goodness
And hugs you through your bad moods
To laughters and talks about life
To silence and tears
And imperfections.
Addicted to love and for what love brings
Is there anyone special that holds your heart?
Do you have your eyes set on someone you think is “it”?
Are you attracted or in love?
Is there a one and only?
Or your only one?
How would you know if that person is indeed “the one”?
And still sometimes, just out of the blue
I write a poem just for you
Sweet, sweet prince
I pour my heart to thee
The moonlight shines bright
As the evening calls to me.
.
I sing a love song
Hoping you would hear
The longings of this maiden
And that to me you’d come near.
.
I’m giving it all
Won’t you hear my call?
The stars above
Have heard my song of love
I dedicate to you and you alone
Oh sweet prince, won’t you make me your own.
If I starve myself will you be kinder?
If I starve myself will you be nicer?
Will you treat me better?
Will you be just a little sweeter?
If I starve myself to meet your standards,
Will you accept me with arms wide open afterwards?
So I starve myself and I begin to deteriorate
My starvation, it accelerates
I drown and become lost
I only paid for my life, it’s not much of a cost.
And the moon said, “I’m tired. I’m done”
And left the sky without a word
It took a while for me to warm up to Tom
I couldn’t see the point of it all
Why almost everyone was in awe with him
Why they liked him at all.
He was easy on the eyes
But not someone I was attracted to immediately
I nodded as they said how handsome he is
Although I didn’t think so, but then that was just me.
Then for some reason I dreamt of him
As if my brain was trying to tell me something
That one dream changed it all
And out of nowhere, I felt everything.
I couldn’t shake the thought of him
I couldn’t get him out of my mind
So I slowly tried to know the man
To see what I can find.
I found out he was kind and polite
That when he gave you his attention, he listens and remembers
That he’s a real gentleman and a wide reader
And he loves the feel of December.
He had faults, he isn’t perfect
And he doesn’t try to be or pretend to be
He can be a charmer when he wants to
And silent when sad, much like me.
He’s the guy you’d be proud to introduce to your dad and mom
Yes, that’s him…. That’s Tom.
I didn’t fall for him, not at first
I admired the man, that’s the truth
And slowly I understood
Why people liked Tom so much.
No one believes me when I say
I might have fallen in love before
It was addictingly sweet and bitter
It left me clueless and sore.
But then again it might have just been a fling
Fleeting and brief
But I always have a hard time moving on
Even when I was in grief.
Still, a lesson he was
And he was something I didn’t want ever again.
His smile
His eyes
The way he looks
The way he walks
Chuckles and talks
All the same.
His lies
His deceit
The hopelessness
The heartaches
They are all the same too.
Somethings never change
But not me, not anymore.
