Seven Ages

Maybe I'm the one for you, and you're the one for me
But how will we ever know if we never even try to solve this mystery?
We can take the chance or we can let it pass
But don't you think it's worth exploring if there could be an us?

Have you never wondered at all, taken notice at all?
Or maybe I still have much to do to get over your wall.
I know I've yet to ignite the spark inside your heart
But somehow in your mind I'd eventually hold my own part.

And since 1+1=2, and we know that the integral of e dx is e
Then maybe you might see what a match to each other we could be
When nerds of similar interests meet,
Don't you think even corn can turn sweet?

So if you ever see our weirdness' compatibility
If God so opens your eyes and you finally look at me
Perhaps then I could finally make you understand and believe
That a non-superficial and unselfish love can exist beyond Adam and Eve.

But know that I know you're still in stage two, and still have much to finish and do
And to be completely honest, the same goes for me too.
I may have finished school before your way even got mid.
But my life is still in the process of becoming how I planned it.

So I'm not rushing you, no, we can take our sweet time
And let this music of ours find its natural beat and rhyme
Because if it's meant to be, if you are indeed the one for me
God will make a way, darling, for you and me to end up as "we".

And if it turns out that this match up will end in shambles
If it so happens that I am just Adler to your Holmes
But still, I'd like to try it to the end, and see what could be destined
Will we diverge, or converge in a stage three sequel up to stage seven?

Only Friends

The hardest part of falling for a friend
Is that you can't really tell,
In fear of losing the friendship,
In fear of jeopardizing everything.

But yes, it is good to be close to the one you adore.
I can spend time and talk without making up excuses to do so.
And can ask you many things under the pretense of friendship,
All these, others could only hope for.

I asked you one time,
The things you seek for in a girl.
Much to my chagrin, I am way beyond what captures you.
It is way beyond my reach.

And then after some time, I mustered up the courage to ask
Who the lucky girl is, the one who caught your fancy.
But then again, I knew, before I even asked,
it could never be me, and I was right.

And thus is why I wonder
Do you not even notice?
Do you not realize why I'm so curious?
Because I think the answer is obvious.

What does she have that I don't?
No, what do they have that I don't?
But who am kidding?
I already know the answer.

And though I know I am not really lacking..
Yes, I'm not perfect, but I still am very eligible.
And yet, despite that, I see myself as insignificant.
Because nearly all my endeavors have been fruitless.

You are not the first, and probably not the last.
Again, my heart has been broken,
because I am not up to what you seek.
Why, I always ask, must I be subjected to this fate?

I'm sorry I don't have the qualities you like,
I'm sorry I'm not what you're looking for.
I guess I never can be the apple of your eye.
But atleast in my dreams, you are mine.

Heart Speaks First

Meaning what you say
Saying what you mean
We both know they’re two different things.

What your mouth says
What your hearts speaks
You say they’re different, but how will I ever know?

You push me away
You tell me you need me
What am I supposed to do?

You’re telling me not to let it all slip away
You’re telling me to not believe all you say
But how would I know what to believe when it’s all a mess?
I can’t just believe some words and disregard the rest.

You say we’re a team even when it hurts.
Saying your words don’t mean as much as what your heart exerts.
It isn’t a good distinction.
No, we can’t stay in this confusion.

To stay together, we’re bound to get hurt sometimes,
Don’t say you don’t mean the words, don’t say they’re just lies.
Sometimes I will get hurt, you will too, but we will learn to be better.
Know that loving won’t work if we can’t be honest with each other.

Goodbye to You

We had a relationship that lasted long,
Unlike others, we managed to stay strong.
And we probably would have continued to do so,
But we made the decision, and it was to let go.

Maybe at first, I was just scared to let go.
Maybe I just didn’t want to go beyond what I know.
Because for so long, being with you became my norm.
I was scared to test the waters, because I already knew “warm”.

But the time had come, it was our time to say goodbye.
Because sometimes there are things that can’t go on with just “try”.
It was painful, it was hard,
But for us, it was necessary to part.

So goodbye to you, goodbye to us,
Goodbye to so many things, goodbye to what was.
I loved you, I really did. And I know you did too.
But maybe we both saw this coming; I think we both knew.

I say goodbye, but really, we’d still see each other again,
Because though we’re no longer lovers, we’re always gonna be friends.
Moving on was not easy, we both knew it’d be that way.
But we knew it was for the best, for us to see better days.

Slumber

I find myself unable to write

About the emotion that used to hold me tight.

To this, my pen now lies in rest.

My words no longer sing of what I used to write best.

Writings ruled by so much emotion

Page upon page filled with such passion

The heart poured into every word, every line.

These were the letters, the stories I called mine.

But now no such words pour out of my head

What used to come naturally is now a river that runs dead.

But it is not that I cannot write anymore

It is only of this, that my mind seems a locked door.

I used to never be in lack of a muse

But now museless, my writings are no longer romantically infused.

The Moon is gone, and so are feelings unrequited.

It is high time I write of else, freely and undaunted.

I am unable to fall in love, my heart seemingly indifferent

Not that I cannot feel love, 'tis only of my own romance am I pococurante

But of the love around me, I too becomed moved

There is no bitterness, for their joy, I am delighted.

Now if I were to write of love again, it will no longer sing about the Moon's plight.

Of mutual love and the happiness it brings, these instead, my pen will write.

Because this story has already seen its fair share of hurts and pain

And we know it is a rainbow that comes after every rain.

But for now, as of now, my heart lies unclaimed

Yet someday, this heart that runs free will also again be tamed.

It is the day this slumbering weapon of love will finally awaken

It is the day that I will fall in love again.

Breathless NOT Speechless

Sometimes it still knocks the wind out of me
The way the words pierce through my soul
The way MY words take me to a place
A place that only stories, poems, pieces can take me to
And I am left gaping
Unable to believe
That these words are my own
Because they surely don't seem that way.

Sometimes it still knocks the wind out of me
The way a person can inspire me to write
The way YOU can make me conjure magic
Magic that only stories, poems, pieces can conjure
And I am left reeling
Unable to resist
The way you spur me to write
Because I don't think you even know you do.

Yes, IT knocks the wind out of me
Yes, YOU knock the wind out of me
You and MY words
Because my words are about you
Even when I don't want them to
Even when I try not to
But they are
Because you are
You are what compels my pen to write
Unconsciously
Unwillingly
But much needed so
Because it would be a waste not to put these words on paper
A waste not to put you in my words
A waste to let these feelings be wasted
Even when I know that they are not returned
Precisely BECAUSE they are not returned.

Because this is my outlet, the window to MY soul
And others may not get it, but this is how I let go.
When pen meets paper in sweet reflection
My woe may end up another's deep connection
So I will write
I will let my wings unfurl, unfetter
And let my heart pour magic onto paper
Brought about by you,
my muse, my windbreaker.

And even if I ever find myself a new muse
I know I would do the same
I will make more magic with the mere thought of the name
Because this is my outlet, this is what I do.
But the stories, the poems, the pieces I wrote of you
Will always tug at my heart and hopefully someone else's too
And I hope these words will bring them to a place
A place only writing can take them to
And that will put a smile on my face
Knowing that my words AND you--
Which hadn't seemed like my own...
And hadn't known all along...
-- had connected to others in all the many ways
And maybe had knocked the wind out of them too.

From Me to Thee

My heart I bequeath to thee

and pray someday thou wilt show me fancy

but if she hath thy heart, and it cannot be made mine

I say to thee, though it pains me so, my heart will still be thine.

This milady longs to be thy maiden fair;

Longs to shower thee with love and care.

In thine arms this one seeks to find and have a home

Lest thou not allow it so, then this lady shalt keep roam.

My heart is thine I hath said to thee

My eyes see no other man for this milady.

But perhaps thereth someone else as I walk forth

Perhaps someone else shalt capture this maiden heart.

So with a smile and a hood for the long run

This lady shalt walk on until this journey is done.

My heart I shalt for now leave with thee

Until its rightful King claimeth it for me.