He Sounds Like A Soft-Spoken Poem
This is a poem about a man who looks like a poem; who sounds like a soft-spoken rhyme to your longing soul.
This is a poem about a man who looks like a poem; who sounds like a soft-spoken rhyme to your longing soul.
Isn’t it funny that no matter how much you hurt, how often it cuts you like a knife, and how much tears rolling down your face, you still manage to survive—and you made it!
Once upon a time, this person came to your life. He/she enlightened your days, challenged your thoughts and shared the same jokes as yours. Sometimes this person was quirk and awkward, but turned to be so warm and wise on the other time. Unlike the other persons you had met before, this person did not build a great expectation only…
Then you lay your body down, eyes looking up, your fingers pointing to the sky. “You’re pointing to a star?” I asked. “No, that’s a planet. Stars shine, planets don’t,” you replied.
I love your energy it bursts whenever you’re talking about the last book you read or when you sip your cold black coffee while writing your poem A poem without rhyme, yet remains beautiful “You’re a great poet,” there I told you. “I’m not,” you replied. “I am a lost soul. A noise that resonates in silence. I am the…
I love your insanity, your breakdowns, your random rambles, and your complicated thoughts. I love you wearing that casual shirt and faded ripped jeans. I love your flaws.
When we can see happiness in small things, we actually live our life to the fullest. We give the meaning to ‘why-I-was-born?’
I love you, from the very first time we met. I remember that day, that place, the clothes you wore, the bag you carried on your shoulder. I remember when my eyes met yours. My heart palpitated. It beat faster, 10 times faster than before. I had no clue why my hands were wet. Butterflies flew on my stomach. You…