After Forever

 But after forever 

Could we meet again 

By chance?

In a crowded streets 

Or in a cafe?

Would it matter if 

You don't even recognize 

My face.

I know my heart 

Will skip again 

With just a glance of yours.

After forever 

While our hearts are changing 

Healing yet calloused,

Can we meet again 

By the second chance?

In a couple of years or ten

Does it matter?

My heart will skip again

By just a glimpse in your eyes.

After forever 

With our lives older

Maybe wiser and colder,

I hope we meet again 

By another chance.

I kept a butterfly 

Just in case

To make your heart flutter 

By just a single smile.

The Gold and the Water

 The gold may glitter,

The gold may have it's price.

But the water has its value

It's worth brings forth life.

So let me remind you that...

You are like the water...

Soft but not fragile.

You can endure whatever shape and temperature life has to offer.

And most importantly...

You are not what you "have"...

You are what you're "made of".

Your wealth does not define your worth.

For Art is a piece of mind.

 

 But it always goes back...

Goes back to that same line,

About the girl you say I shouldn't worry about.

And with all my thoughts overflowing,

I pour my heart in a cup

To make it empty.

So I could unlove you.

Magic

 Oh but you used to believe in magic,

The flying lights, the colours and bubbles,

Until reality has bitten you.

Marks of it's teeth are still in your flesh,

As the poison travels toward your heart,

Darkening your soul,

Dimming all the lights until they're no longer shining,

And the antidote you're needing 

Was just a hoax,

Leaving your faith...

Dead.

Like a love lost,

You continue to exist but no longer living.

And isn't you,

An epitome of a vampire

Who lost his life

But continues to live forever.

And isn't  magic after all,

To still live when you're already dead.

 Once upon a time...

The world was an apple.

Until life caught us all up in the middle,

Then it turned into lemons.

Fallacious Beautiful Truth

 But never put your faith 

In your memories.

Oh! For they are but fragments 

Of little lies,

Shades of white and gray,

And all the colors of the prism.

Transcends as anamnesis

Of how you want to remember 

The things that happened 

And how you wanted it to be.

Altering the history 

Of your own version of stories,

Tales of folks

Created by your reverie.

Your memory is a poison 

Forging its way as an antidote.

From lies to becoming your beautiful truth.

Your fallacious beautiful truth.

Rain and Coffee Mood

The blend of scents 

Of coffee and petrichor

Coalesced with the breeze 

Of early autumn blow

Melding and caressing 

Senses so appealing 

Finding its way

Zephyr to my heart.

Home in the City

I've traded my memories 

For the oblivion 

Of the space between happiness 

And sorrow.

To float.

Numb.

And in the shades of greys,

I heard voices

Of the ghost 

Retuning back.

And so my heart remembers

Those memories 

That I've sold a thousand forgotten times.

And in the glistening drops of rain,

A Hiraeth envelopes my soul.

Reminding me

That you were my home

In this busy City.