PiLLoW

As I lay down in bed,
you give comfort
to my tiring head.

When I’m weary,
I hug you.
When I’m pondering,
I embrace you.

When I sleep
you’re at my side,
and never leave me
even when I lay astride.

Soaring High

Fly like

an eagle,
Spread your wings
and

cover

the

horizon.

Reach your goal
and

continue to soar,
but

be

cautious
not

to fall.

thinking of you. . .

I was not in the mood
to write this poem
But when I think of you,
the emotion changed.

There are times that I felt
I wanna give up
But when I think of you,
I got the reason to cheer up.

Every time that
I’m feeling so low,
All I got to do is
just think of you.

Thinking of you perhaps
is a foolish thing to do
But I would rather be insane
just to have your memory remains.

End Of The Story

Once, a story was written,
created and dedicated to a maiden.
A story so lovely and well-crafted,
but could not decide how to put an ending.

A story of friendship and love,
a story so common yet so profound.
Characterized by two individuals,
so exquisite and affectionate mortals.

Struggled for existence in the world,
relying on each other’s hold…
that no matter what others would say,
the promise is for each other to stay.

Now, it can be told once more,
the story was not an exception after all,
a promise that was never fulfilled,
now is the time for the story to end.