the words I'm about to say are not my own
these are words told from a long time ago
things that poets have surely write about
things that compose every lover's thoughts

my love is like these words
from the past to the future it evolves
like the words that will never cease to exist
as long as there is life that speaks

the world will try to bring you down
they will speak of things to make you frown
ignore them and lend your ears to love
it speaks of words that emit peaceful sounds

Teach me the way of life
When to smile, when to cry
To be sensitive to the feelings of others
And to be insensitive when it comes to mine

Teach me the way of love
When to kiss, when to hug
To be wary of your needs
And not to search for mine

Teach me the way of the world
The rejections and the acceptance
The way to survive, be alive
And the way to live by your side

"So this is what it feels like to miss someone. How long has it been?"

"Two days." he said with a poker face.

"What is the purpose of your face?~" I asked with a teasing smile.

He just stared at me with a poker face, blinked once, and that's it.

"Oh come on! It's funny!" I told him with a big smile.

"Yes, it is. But not when you do it."

"Hmp!" and we fell silent for a while. "I miss her."

"That's just how it goes." he said plainly.

"I know. But it feels new to me......






Everytime."

that which you try so hard to put together,
others just mindlessly tear apart.
like of that flower you protected through all weather,
just walked upon and stepped at.

just like what every living thing deserves,
whether they be deadly and poisonous.
every person deserves to be loved,
whether they be dangerous and dubious.

and this is what breaks a lover's heart,
that the smile he's been keeping in love's eyes,
a single judgement has turned to frown.

and this is what breaks a lover's heart,
that the love he's been giving is not enough,
for love's heart to heal, forgive, and love itself.

Stupid, and so am I labeled,
for keeping a love that once failed.

A martyr for taking all the pain,
know fellows, I love it when it rains.

A heart that loves is difficult to understand,
though broken, by love's side it always stands.

For it knows that it is more stupid,
to let go of which it wants to spend the rest of its life with.

Though a character be questionable,
to love, no sin is unforgivable.

And this love might be rejected by the world,
if so, I will accept it even more.