Maybe it was love, but maybe it was not,

Maybe I did little, but maybe it was a lot.

May I was happy, but maybe I was sad,

Maybe I was surprised, but maybe I was mad.


Maybe I do feel, but maybe you don’t see,

Maybe I accept, but maybe you don’t like me.

Maybe I’ll be good for now, but maybe I’ll go,

Maybe I’ll be understood, but maybe you won’t know.



Lies and Tears

I have loved and I was robbed.

I love you…But I couldn’t say it to you.

Now I’m sad and I wish time could have stopped.

I never had the chance to say what was true.


It was the lies. The lies that glued us.

Slowly, painfully, it was breaking my heart.

And I thought all I had was lust.

No, not just my heart, but myself was tearing apart. 

Beat of My Heart

One, two

My heart beats too

Three, Four

Why do you ignore?

Five, Six

The clock ticks

Seven, Eight

I’ll ask you straight

Nine, Ten

If you’ll love me, then when?

The Wrong One

Can’t you feel my cries,

When will I be beautiful in your eyes?

To you I must be so wrong,

Now perfection is what I long.


But when will it be?

When will you see?

I have changed for you,

But nothing went anew.


She must be pretty as can be,

For there exists no you and me.

From then my adoration died,

But baby I tried, I tried.


I tremble in your sight,

But I stand up with might.

So you could see I’m strong,

And you’re the one who’s wrong.


Blue Love

I just hate how you give me that feeling,

Longing you but wanting you to go far.

Beside you I am bleeding,

When you go you leave me a scar.


Let’s just stop for a while,

Your my weakness but not my strength.

At times you make me smile,

But that smile can’t suffice an arm’s length.


I wish I can’t see you anymore,

I’m better without you.

You destroy my core,

And everything you do is untrue.


I can’t say goodbye…

I can’t leave too…

Maybe I’m just shy,

To the love that makes me blue.

The True Meaning

All of us have our own way of defining love and everything entangled with it…well, here’s mine at the height of my “crush feel”.


The True Meaning

To be unloved by you; I feel unloved by the world.

Seeing you with that woman; is seeing an angel speak to death.

Just a glimpse of you; is a view from top of the mountain.

A joke from you; are tickles in my heart.

A simple pat from you; is an encouragement for me.

When you speak; it’s the sound of the harp being played by an angel inside my head.

When you dance; it’s the frolic of pixies.

When you sing; it’s from the sweet air of the cold breeze.

When you long for her; I feel crushed by both ends of the earth.

Hold me; and I feel fairies caress my mortal flesh.

Your happiness; is the success I feel though I never had.

Your sadness; is the eruption of endless worries in me.

Your gestures; are movements that make pure joy.

Your laughs; are sound of droplets from heaven.

Your hands; when I hold them, it must be the feeling of touching the clouds.

Your eyes; are doors to a world I’ve never been.

And everything you do; are moments forever stored in my mind and in my heart.

Free From You

This is a poem I made just this June in contrast to the poems I post that I made last year. Here it goes. 🙂

I imagine a world,

A world that’s true,

Not so cold,

Free from you.


I imagine a world,

Not so blue,

memories shattered &  old,

Free from you.


I want a world.

Where I can do.

Where I can hold.

Free from you.


I wish a world,

Where I haven’t met you.

My story is retold,

Free from you.

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