Taking a stab at poetry...

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So boy there's this song that I was jamming to like a year ago.

But I couldn't feel that there was anyone worthy to put a face to my lyrics.

And so I stopped coz what's the beauty of a song when my lover is just a figment of my imagination

I have always prevented myself from really putting a face to the 'ONE' 

I hide and remain silent on all these feelings

Coz is the vulnerability worth it when it will be used against you later on?

I'm scared of getting hurt, not gonna lie 

But if my motto is taking a day at a time

Then I offer you a day at a time

I've always had to dim my light to accommodate my lover's insecurities before 

I'm glad that here I can actually be myself and not be ashamed

I hope this love will be like water falling on thirsty ground

I hope it quenches you, and nourishes you and I hope you will grow

Love will teach me to be kind to you, patient, and endurant 

I just want to say that I love you and I feel alive and motivated to achieve the next milestones

You are the reason

Playing: (You Make Me Feel Like)  A Natural Woman (Aretha Franklin)💗👀

Two months later...

Remember I offered you a day at a time

I didn't promise to be with you till infinity

Infinity? Aaah, that is too unfeasible for me 

Maybe even love grows stale 

Today's our  expiry date

I no longer have water to quench your yearning ground

Too much water can choke too 

Do you know that? 

I'm watching you wilt 

Oops! You are actually taking quite a long to die

I admit I am impressed by your perseverance to hold on

Nay, I no longer really think I need 

Funny how one day we got it all together 

Then three moons later I want out 

I want out 

In the same way, I was kind to let you in 

I beg my leave


I don't trust you to take care of yourself 

How can you handle me?

A mass of fragile flesh, 

Can you handle me? 

A being full of both extremes, 

Brave yet scared, sure then still dubious, kind but maybe malevolent 

One day I believe what I say the next day... 

I change and I support what I was against 

Maybe three moons later I'll be the  me of three moons ago

Maybe I should pray for direction too.

Or this is the direction, non? 

Or misdirection ...

Maybe three moons from now 

I'd want you back 

But today...










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