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Had a lot of free time in class today and didn't really feel like studying, so I wrote two poems.
They're kinda weird but yeah.
If You Were Here
Had a lot of free time in class today and didn't really feel like studying, so I wrote two poems.
They're kinda weird but yeah.
When I wrote this, I was imagining a boy saying this to a girl. :)
If You Were Here
If you were here, I would pain the sky with stars, so you can find your way home.
If you were here, I would make sure the bridge you walk on won't break, so you won't have to get hurt again.
If you were here, the sky wouldn't be so gray, because your smile is the most magnificent thing that can make the sadness go away.
If you were here, I would pack your tears inside a box and exchange it with the one that I kept your laughter in.
If you were here, I would standby with a needle and thread, afraid to see your little heart break again.
If you were here, I would show the world how wonderful you are while shielding you from the hatred of those who don't understand.
If you were here, your hand would be the one I hold, making sure to never repeat the mistake of letting you go.
If you were here, my mind would be like a trigonometry question that only you can differentiate because you are the only one who truly knows me.
If you were here, I would help you row the boat to shore, helping and supporting you all the way through.
If you were here, I would tell you the feelings I still have for you even after you slipped away.
But you're not here. so there's nothing I can do.
If you were here, I would make sure the bridge you walk on won't break, so you won't have to get hurt again.
If you were here, the sky wouldn't be so gray, because your smile is the most magnificent thing that can make the sadness go away.
If you were here, I would pack your tears inside a box and exchange it with the one that I kept your laughter in.
If you were here, I would standby with a needle and thread, afraid to see your little heart break again.
If you were here, I would show the world how wonderful you are while shielding you from the hatred of those who don't understand.
If you were here, your hand would be the one I hold, making sure to never repeat the mistake of letting you go.
If you were here, my mind would be like a trigonometry question that only you can differentiate because you are the only one who truly knows me.
If you were here, I would help you row the boat to shore, helping and supporting you all the way through.
If you were here, I would tell you the feelings I still have for you even after you slipped away.
But you're not here. so there's nothing I can do.
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When I wrote this, I imagined an after-war scene. Yes, I have a weird imagination.
When I wrote this, I imagined an after-war scene. Yes, I have a weird imagination.
Tragedy
When the flag rises, the battle is over.
A disaster just ended ; history just begun.
Woman and child come out from hiding,
yearning for man's presence.
Silent tiptoes,
peek out the window,
checking if it is really safe.
Creak open the door,
such and insightful scene.
Bodies of men,
soldiers mostly,
covering the road ahead.
Some in blue,
mostly red,
the colour of the enemy raid.
Man covered in all over,
stumbling towards the house,
Woman and child are delighted,
that the man from the family who volunteered is back.
They cry,
they laugh,
they embrace each other with love.
Man starts talking about what happened just then,
at the house down the road.
Said that the enemy was outnumbered and eventually surrendered,
now it was named Victory House.
The bodies were buried in proper places
and people vowed never to let a tragedy like this happen again.
When the flag rises, the battle is over.
A disaster just ended ; history just begun.
Woman and child come out from hiding,
yearning for man's presence.
Silent tiptoes,
peek out the window,
checking if it is really safe.
Creak open the door,
such and insightful scene.
Bodies of men,
soldiers mostly,
covering the road ahead.
Some in blue,
mostly red,
the colour of the enemy raid.
Man covered in all over,
stumbling towards the house,
Woman and child are delighted,
that the man from the family who volunteered is back.
They cry,
they laugh,
they embrace each other with love.
Man starts talking about what happened just then,
at the house down the road.
Said that the enemy was outnumbered and eventually surrendered,
now it was named Victory House.
The bodies were buried in proper places
and people vowed never to let a tragedy like this happen again.
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