Love Him, Love Him Not

"Let me tell you something, sweetie,"

She whispers quietly into the night

Barely looking at you in your eyes

"I’m not shy. In fact I’m just the opposite,"

She smiles that secret smile of hers and says

"I’m scared, actually."

"I’m scared of you,

I’m scared of us

I’m scared that we're not the same

I’m afraid of what-could-bes"

"I look ahead and I am daunted by the possibilities

I’m worried of our future, if we even have one together

I’m frightened that you don't feel the same way about me

I’m terrified what will happen after that"

"Baby, can you understand?

I don’t want to lose this moment

It’s so special, absolutely magical

It’d hurt so bad if this disappears"

"Darling, take this chance

And believe me for once

I don’t want to lose you

But neither can I have you"

"So sweetheart, let's just hold this moment for now

Just you and me and nothing else

The discrimination falls away

In this mystical world of ours"

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Do You

I saw you the other day

Just down in town

Holding her hand

Looking so happy

She stood on her toes

And whispered in your ear

As your laughter rang in mine

I stood silently behind

Do you remember me?

Do you think of me?

Do you wonder of what-could-bees?

Just like me?

Gently you kissed her lips

Tightly you grasped her hands

You smiled that smile

And made my stomach flip

I remember your promises of forever

I remember your whispers of together

All that assurance and safety

That can never be replaced

Do you remember me?

Do you think of me?

Do you wonder of what-could-bes?

Just like me?

What happens if I said I missed you?

What happens if I told you I still love you?

Will you come back?

But perhaps it’s too late now

I should have said something earlier

I should have admitted it quicker

But I’m too late

You’re gone now

Do you remember me?

Do you think of me?

Do you wonder of what-could-bes?

Just like me?

I wonder if you still have

That note I sent you

The one with my heart and soul

The one where I wrote "I love you"

I wonder if you still keep that note

And if you'd take it out to read

I wonder if you'd smile

When you read that paper

Do you remember me?

Do you think of me?

Do you wonder of what-could-bes?

Just like me?

Beauté

“Has anyone told you, you’re beautiful?”
I stared at you, cocking an eyebrow, “Countless. And only ’cause they want something.”

“I mean that they mean it when they say it,” you narrowed your black eyes at me. I never knew that one could have coal black eyes like yours.

I laughed, “No one mean anything they say sweetheart, unless they are bitchy.”

You glared at me, annoyed that I wasn’t taking the conversation seriously. “Can’t you ever be serious? Must you always take everything as a joke?”

I raised my eyebrows, slightly stunned by the seriousness and frustration in your tone. “Well, I’m sorry, but that wasn’t necessary,” I stood up and started to leave.

“Yeah, go on, leave. Run like the coward you are,” you sneered.

I shuddered at the venom in your voice, wondering what had gotten into you. You were normally quite easy-going. Whatever brought about this change in attitude must have been something huge. “Whatever!” I shot back, refusing to let you have the last word.

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A Scent

A scent,

Gives way to a touch.

A touch,

              Gives way to a hug.

A hug,

Gives way to a kiss.

But a kiss,

May never gives way to a love.

Piano

Faint strains of the piano tinkled in the background. Her slender fingers skimmed across the keys, belting out a cheerless, melancholic tune. The stale stench of cigarettes and alcohol hung in the air. Dusty lamps cast a warm orange glow around the room, lighting up certain areas, darkening the already shadowy corners. The usual crowd had thinned due to the harsh weather. Most would rather stay home in front of the cozy fireplace with their family, drinking a steamy cup of hot chocolate. The only ones left were the loners, who had gotten so drunk that the barman had to kick them out before they cause a ruckus.

That lone barman now stood silently behind the bar polishing the beer cups with a grubby looking rag in a feeble attempt to appear busy. Swaying slightly to the sorrowful melody, he stacked the dusty cups behind the counter and began to polish the wooden counter-top. The ballad stopped in mid-tune as the lady reached up to adjust the microphone.

From afar, you’d think that there was nothing special about her. Up close, however, men and women alike were stunned by her subtle beauty. She wasn’t much of a head-turner, but there was a quiet grace about her in the way she walked, sat or just simply asked for a mug of beer. She made it sound like she was asking a favour instead of the usual demanding tone you’d normally hear from a buyer. Her hair was a flaxen colour which hung halfway down her back. It was mostly tied up or plaited, but kept out of her face all the same. She was petite and her eyes were in the most peculiar shade of green; at times it was a deep emerald colour, others, it was a clear turquoise shade. Her voice was gentle and dulcet, her snub nose and slightly full lips fitted her tiny, pale heart-shaped face.

The music commenced once more, she played a different song this time. Its tune however, held the same desolated, morose feel as the one before as she begin to sing a song never heard of before; her song:

I remember the time when you told me
That you couldn’t get enough of me
Even though we had just part
Did you know that those words touched my heart?

I remember that day you told me
That the best day of your life
Was everyday that you saw me
Did you know how blissful that made me?

I remember everything about you
Do you remember things about me too?
In my heart you’ll always be
Even though we’ve already part
I know I shouldn’t be saying this but
I miss you

I remember how you used to call me every night
But slowly, those calls somehow stopped
And even when I tried to call you
You couldn’t be bothered to talk

I remember everything about you
Do you remember things about me too?
In my heart you’ll always be
Even though we’ve already part
I know I shouldn’t be saying this but
I miss you

Now you’ve moved on, I see you with her
Does she make you laugh like I used to?
I see you holding her hand so tightly
And I really hope that you’re happy
Cause I know I’ll never be

Wallflower

He holds my hands

And hugs me when I'm scared

He's telling it'll be alright

He makes me laugh all the time

He tells me his secrets

I tell him mine

He teaches me things

He explains to me the things people hide

He’s the last person

I’m thinking of before I fall asleep

He snores, I know

He doesn't care

He never judges

Always taking people for who they are

He’s no saint

He tries to live guilt-free

We’re soul mates

Nothing else

It’s not love we feel

Just a common bond

He made me bloom

His little wallflower

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Streets of Gold

We walk on streets of gold

Our heels clicking on the cobbled sidewalk

Clutching our branded goodies

Picking our way down the road

We think we know where we're headed

We believe our future is just that

But we forget

We were meant for something more

There’s got to be

More then sipping coffee in the morn

Scrambling around to fulfill our overlord's desires

There’s got to be more then that

Fate and destiny

Can’t fight if

You choose differently

You and I, we've bigger things ahead

The sky's the only limit

And we have streetlights

When nights fall

So what are you afraid of?

Drop your baggage and walk with me

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