Our Borrowed Love

It was heartbreaking

It was a borrowed love

And we knew we fought for it

Every second

Every hour and every mile

Every one knew he was one of a kind –

A pure heart

Lucky enough

I had a lot of chance

To call him a friend

And to witness him laugh and smile

Even on parted ways

Even on separated lives

I wish nothing but a good life

And genuine happiness

Which I know he already has

In this final poem

I write you not regrets

But all joys and security

You have taught this heart to grow

But this little heart grows out of experiences

Yours is a lesson

That for sure I will never forget

Warmth of a First Kiss



Trembling knees

Sweaty palm

That’s what I felt

When you lean for a kiss.

Unsure thoughts

Unanswered questions

Is this real?

Has it been real?

I can’t fathom the idea of love

As you slowly lean over

Starts to stare in my eye

Heart beats faster.

It’s more than a thousand butterflies

More than how a child’s sweet happiness

Time starts to tick,

Unexplainable feeling.

As I close my eyes

And remembered how it all started

The warmth of your touch

And the warmth of a first kiss


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Tell Me

Tell me I’m pretty,

Even if just for a day.

It may be a little tricky,

And I would still believe what you’ll say.

Tell me you love me,

Even if it is for the last time.

You’re all my heart can see,

From time to time.

Tell me you miss me,

Tell me you still care.

Because those are the words,

I’d still love to hear.