Friday, May 10, 2013

Poem x Innocent Blue

Time is beautifully tragic, in its best ways,
Of life in the middle, a woman stays,
Sun's glare is shining, moonlight is above,
Forbidden or not, distance is hate and love.

Nothing to compare of sweetness it takes,
A fine young deer, nothing it fakes,
Blue clear cystals, shore its eyes,
Blonde in sleek cut, crying for its smiles.

Heart couldn't desire, the possibility,
Of likeliness it brings, its vulnerability,
Doesn't have to wait, she knew cannot dare,
To lose a man it turned from a golden-sea stare.

Not in a wildest sense, he heard and knew,
She better get off, like a bird it flew,
In moments to share, happy things on Earth,
Got twisted, she churned, she saw him first.

A woman in confusion, a knowledge to conquer,
A sweet escape, to give space and ponder,
In night when dreams afloat, she awakes,
Of man, she adores, but it's all in the Fates.

(I woke up earlier this morning because the roomie told me, no agas! And figuring some things out even though I already knew the answer, silly. Wrote this poem for 10 minutes, expressing some thoughts and feelings. Damn. Hugs!) 



Photo taken by : Me
Location : Mountainside, Lahug