She reaches out with her fingers,
To lightly graze your hands.
She looks into your eyes,
Hoping to find so many things and more.
You found yourself giving in,
Times together with the wrong person,
The guilt eats inside you,
It’s not fair to her.
Let her go and let her go,
Find it in you to let the first one go,
Realise that years have passed,
If nothing has happened, nothing will happen for you.
Nonchalance is an art,
Most girls have polished to perfection.
You are but a guy,
Who is easily deceived by my kind.
You might not see the tears,
You might not know for sure,
You could’ve done something good,
but you might have broken her heart.
Wouldn’t the world be a better place,
Free of emotions from the past,
The ability to love again,
To love with your entire heart.
To feel the chase of a young pursuit,
To tighten those knots in your stomach once more,
Oh how those feelings are missed,
You know that better than anyone else.
“You might never realise, and the others might never see,
but one day, I believe, you would be a brilliant father,
much better than you ever thought you would.
Just a pity, not hers.” – one of my favourite Singaporean bloggers.
How can you bring life into this world,
not knowing how to love,
How can you turn a blind eye,
Against something of your own.
How do you look at yourself every morning,
Knowing you’ve turned away,
From two people who need you to feel whole.
How can you live your life?
With the knowledge of what you’ve done.
How can your heart not melt,
At the smile that bares two sprouting teeth.
How can you not feel the warmth,
That coursed through when you touched.
How can you say you don’t want to be a part of it,
When you clearly need to be there.
how can you want to keep it a secret,
To the advantage of your future desires.
How can you be so casual about this,
How can you forget this when you are old.
She will appreciate everything that you have done,
When she learns to wipe your tears.
Life may be hard now, as you carry her on your back,
When she learns to walk, I’m sure she’ll do the same.
She only has you to count on in this unfamiliar world,
There is no need for that pillar of support made of mud,
Which crumbles with your heart,
Broken pieces, like glass abandoned on the ground.
A souvenir from an unpleasant past,
Can rouse such unconditional love.
Tiny hands wrapped around a finger,
She is everything but a mistake.
Believe it or not, this poem is about a boy, a girl, another girl, a single father, a single mother and two babies.
Two close friends, a stranger, two blogger friends and their (very much photographed)kids.
I’m so easily affected by other people’s drama. 🙁
On a lighter note, 24 hours from now and I’ll be back in Subang for a week! Yea! *does Soyabean dance*
Last paper tomorrow. Ganbate Jojobear!!