Just Maybe

We both know
We just don’t care
We both realized
We just ignored
We both understand
We just try not to make any sense
We both distinguished
We just couldn’t figure out
We both prayed
We just don’t make a move
We both started to stop
We just don’t know how
We both suffered
We just endured

Like a Lion

This love is like a lion in a cage
Not free to roar upon the jungle
Nor to live its purpose
Being designed to rule the jungle
The lion may lose its muscles
Ending up as an old one
Unsatisfied, sagged, alone
He can be king of the jungle
Though it may take a long time
For love to take its reign
When people’s standards stop you
Or your own will scares you
Soon you’ll have to take courage
Living as a lion in the jungle
Truly loving and truly living
Soon you will have your epiphany
It’ll shape your heart
Indeed its purpose prevails

Pathetic Love

Is there anything to do aside from waiting,
When I cannot plainly tell you how I feel
What is the chance of my dreams coming true
When I can only write poems as I think of you

I feel guilty for using you as a subject of my inspiration
My words not enough to tell
Few, limited, vague
Just search my heart and feel my heart’s love for you

I kept on listening to your songs
To feel what it meant
I don’t do assuming anymore
Because I shall protect my heart from being hurt

I just know that there’s something in your eyes
That I may have recognized
I know that you know somehow
Of what I feel for you

I don’t know if you see it in my eyes
You may have recognized
I know somehow that I’m a little special to you
But I constantly stop myself from thinking that way

It’s just right not to think too much
Of what are the signs or of the little details
To those, I can find the answer
Just afraid so I won’t dwell on it

How unsure my heart, my mind
When I do trouble myself thinking of your actions
Towards me, towards the other girls
What I found were just the same

What can I conclude with all the evidences
Nothing I can say
I am helpless
Waiting for feelings to be directly stated

Missus

I can understand Shakespeare from here
To write sonnets will need a great deal of love
A subject is needed to be able to write
If an artist paints the subject in detail, so does the writer write

But though the subject was effortly painted
It will be not enough to represent the original
Nothing can surely take its place
Nothing can truly explain of what its true nature be

Will it now be necessary to write and to paint
Just to help your brain memorize the particulars
As to how Jack had drawn Rose not on paper or a canvass
But should it be primarily imprinted on his heart

Is there a need for an artistic expression
When all you need are actions of love
Are these meaningful and priceless
Are all these necessary to make them feel appreciated

A writer may write as a painter paints
But what is the point of doing such
If the artist does not have enough courage
To speak up his mind and do what he has to

Will the output of an artist exist
If it was only perceived by himself
Shall it be called a form of communication
If it was just one-way

What is the reason for making poems
When the subject doesn’t know about it
If the subject may disapprove or the effort be pointless
When it doesn’t matter anymore; it will matter

WiFi

I typed my feelings to print it out and let you see through
I browsed thy actions to see if you have some for me too
I searched for any emotions to see if I’m liked by you
I sent a message to see if you care
I posted my thoughts to determine if you’ll share
Somebody closed the tabs and I realized that the connection had failed

Secret Love

The moment we have when we were together
Feels like it should be forever
I do not understand the shiver
When we talk to each other
That is why I will be silent whenever
Specially when I cannot take it any longer
Even if my heart’s tears flow like a river
I will not let go of my wanted lover