The last time I updated my blog was last year, probably five to six months or maybe even more than that. I never planned to abandon my little internet space, I loved this space! It’s just there are things that I needed to think about, things that I went through, and things that I need to fix on my own. It was also an eye opener for me to be honest.
It was heartbreaking
It was a borrowed love
And we knew we fought for it
Every hour and every mile
Every one knew he was one of a kind –
A pure heart
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
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I’ve been staring at my laptop for almost an hour or maybe for two hours, switching tabs on Chrome, reading random blogs, listening to melodramatic songs on Spotify and realizing life happenings.
And it just hit me, I mean, what would I ever be doing if I didn’t wrote my first blog entry six years ago, if I didn’t owned a SLR six years ago – what would I be doing right now??
That’s what I felt
When you lean for a kiss.
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,
As I close my eyes
And remembered how it all started
The warmth of your touch
And the warmth of a first kiss
She wondered and wandered;
Has is it been this real?
To forget everything and be happy.
It’s been surreal; this dream I have been living.
The dream I am wishing not to end.
She was happy. But she fell on a pit;
Where she thought someone would catch her.
On the deepest pit,
No one could ever hear her scream.
As I open my eyes,
I start to wonder.
“Why you? Why do I get dreams of you?”
And I ask myself one question,
Is it really worth my time?