Deirdre

 

Atmosphere talked it isn’t home
atleast not anymore

I tried to search for her
knowing she’s not coming back

Her little cries
Making sound
Her barks
I wouldn’t hear anymore

Her little body
Finding herself to the bed
Her warmth
I wouldn’t feel anymore

Her licks
Her kisses
Wetting our faces
I wouldn’t get any anymore

Her claws
Making scars
I wouldn’t be wounded anymore

Her eyes
Her eyes..
I will always remember

Her eyes
I couldn’t stare anymore
Her eyes
I couldn’t talk to anymore

In your presence..
we found friendship
inspite of not tapping our shoulders

we found love
inspite of not saying anything

we found family
inspite of the difference

our little mini pinscher
wherever you may be
you’ve been a part of our life
and always will be

wherever you may be
we know you loved us
we know you protected us
and you are loved

You are loved Didie
Our little Deirdre

 

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Little of Everything

Too much words will hurt you
so does too much silence

Too much honesty will destroy you
so does every kind of lies, even the white ones

Too much loving will damage you
so does too much pretending

Too much pain will weaken you
so does too much happy thoughts

It is not only the “too much” which hurts us
often times, it’s the little bits of everything that really do.

The Fake Smile

The smile I gave you
it’s the same
just the same
with the things that happened
between me and you

The smile I gave you
it’s like
the friendship
that fails Continue reading

Who Am I When I’m With Me

Who is me when I’m writing my random thoughts
and no words seem to fit in [edited this line for the nth time already..]

Who is me when I’m reading undownable novels
dying to know the ending and still looking for more

Who is me when I’m sketching other artists’ works
not being able to finish an art of my own Continue reading

Already Hurting

I can’t tell you
I can’t tell you because I don’t wanna hurt you

I can’t just tell you what I feel
You’re vulnerable
And telling you might just hurt you more

And seeing you hurt by what I’m supposed to say
Will hurt me even more
Knowing that I’ve hurt you more than you’re already hurting

 

Never Enough

Walks under the moon and stars
The atmosphere filled with stories
Reminiscing old memories
While making new ones

Stories of stories
Every bits of stories
Vast of laughter shared
Infinite smiles you brought Continue reading

A Percent Of You

MY HEART…
So delicate
My heart is made of..

It’s made of 10% emptiness…
an entity of nothing
10% full of blankness

And . . . 1% of you.
Yes, if you may ask..
Only a percent of you. Continue reading