The Prince and the Waiting

Once upon a time
In a land far away,
Or at least, that's what they say,
There was a boy,
Who never wanted to be a prince

And in a land much farther away,
There was a girl,
Pretending to be a princess

She waits for her prince,
Dreams of her happy ever after
And traps herself in her own illusions,
Wishing, waiting, hoping.

And she got tired,
And lonely,
And reverted back to nothing,
While the boy was at his castle,
Too scared to go out,
Too afraid to know,
To live, to love.

There was never a happy ever after,
There is no forever,
And there will never be any beginning.

Lost

It's because
We are both hurting
And crying,
Now we are lost, done trying

And I see you with someone else
And cannot forget
The blankness in your eyes
The empty hollowness,
Eating you from the inside

We touch,
Long lost lovers,
Who cannot be together again
And we were both confused
And lost track of the road again

We journey back
But we cannot hold on to each other
Letting go will be best
But it hurts too much
And we get scared

We had no choice
We have to cling to others
To live, to survive
Then they are temporary and blissful

We seek each other again
Hoping, wishing,
The other is there.

Because we know.

We know.

We have always been together.

Illusions

Blistering pain has been trying
To conquer me, one who's dying,
A hollow shell inside the darkness
Living inside an obvious mess

The writhing pain, the soaring
Lightheadedness
And the needles
Pricking the tip of my fingers

The bloodshot eyes,
The fallen ones,
Where do you run to?
To the light or to the
Burning madness of veiled pleasure?

Gone

Is that all we are worth?
Without a glimpse
Nor even a goodbye
You're gone

What do I do now?
I'm lost without you
I keep holding on to memories
But I'm out of your life

How will I find another?
I can only think of you,
Your sweet kisses and loving arms,
All my imagination

Am I delusional?
Where are you now?

Should I mourn my loss?
Or should you mourn yours?

Random

I still wonder if you really love me
Thoughts keep running through my head,
wondering if I really make you happy
Or you just pretend that I do.

It hurts knowing you are willing to do
Everything from your previous loves,
but what are you willing to do for me,
Really?

I could dedicate thousands,
Millions of songs, to
Tell you how much
I
Love
You

But how many hymns are you willing
To sing, to play,
For me?

Don't let me wait
l
o
n
g
.

Rainy Days, Sunny Nights

I look out, my tired feet
Resting on the tattered couch
Just beyond the mind conquered by invaluable sanity.
It was raining, little drops tearing against the glass
Of my bedroom window,
I reach out, an attempt
To touch the passing spirit
Of the transparent presence

I was in stupor, yet again,
Believing everything was real
From the passionate kisses
To the deepest love I had always yearned for,

I write your name in the air,
Hoping my love would be embedded in your heart,
Hoping that once, even just once,
You would live to know,
Somebody has her love for you.

Now that the rain has subsided,
There would always be a rainbow,
Some sunshine to cheer me up,
And I just bury my head
Within what my imagination can grasp
It had always been you...

Your face, the warm smile,
The gentle caress,
The firm grasp...

The first and last person I see
When I close and open my eyes
And illusioned mind and dying heart...

From rainy days
To sunny nights.

Love

The most trivial and important
Experience that could be brought
Upon man

What could love really be?
What could love really do?
What could love make us feel?
What could love make us do?

Is it love when I feel
Like I'm on the top of a pedestal
Singing at the top of my voice,
Eyes closed,
And him in my mind?

Or is it when I lay down in bed
And try to sleep, but
His image appears and
Makes me happily dream?

What could love really be?
It may be the funny feeling
In my stomach, or
The sudden chill and warmth
When his presence suddenly
Embraces me.

It may also be the desire
To give everything and
Anything
Just to be with him

What could it really be?
It can be expressed
In a million words,
And still leave a gaping hole
About what it is

And as of now,
Love is something
I'm sure I would be giving him.