glance

bewitching the aesthetic me
from those ruins you ought to see
every stance i keep myself busy
ending it with a night you in my memory
thoughts of you that made me plea
for a self changing love i dreamed to be
struggled but mostly things are happy
summons your presence daily
tied myself with you hourly
preferred to be with you than to be free
smiled from the pains of reality
apprehended these times of being lonely
with the laughters shared joyfully
filling empty you, with your ghost so lovely
happy, contented though away from sanity
hallucinations lingers till you fade away
till pain will turn to ashes and drips freely
shields are up and now walks the journey
i'm thanking you for all you've done to me
worthwhile to take a glance, of me being free




‎"I know I promised myself not to write about her anymore, but that’s like ignoring the presence of oxygen and sunlight—an inappropriate metaphor but you get the point." -- Lourd de Veyra

i miss you too...
:')