TIME

At a young age, I was taught not to waste time
And also to live each day as if it was my last
Because time, seconds, minutes and hours
They slowly take away what's ours

Every joy, every tear and every hurt
Time, it takes away our memories on earth
So enjoy every heart ache, feel every pain
Dance under the moonlight, sing in the rain

Let's be silly, random, crazy and happy
Lets say, "I love you, thank you and sorry"
Before it is too late, let us do these things
Let us relax and enjoy whatever life brings

Too Much

Too much memories in one day

The three words, we could not say

It was our first date, right by the Ferris wheel

We went there to talk, laugh and chill

Too much memories in one picture

When I felt bad, he was the cure

Our inside jokes and code names,

Our food trips and silly games

Too much memories in one song

We used to talk an hour long

He'd play his guitar, I'd sing

And the feeling was amazing

But these memories slow down the healing

My mind has to reformat, I shall start clearing

Thanks for these memories

It's time to burn these diaries

I See You

I saw myself lying on a hospital bed
With lines and monitors, I was surrounded
Nurses and doctors were in a hurry
Oh God, not yet. I have to see my family

I haven't told them how much I love them
And that seeing them took away my problems
I haven't told my dad how wise his words were
I haven't thanked Mom for the things I learned from her

I haven't apologized to my sister for arguing with her
But these words will never be heard
For here I am, lying on a hospital bed
In the ICU, they pronounced my time of death


Requested by Sir M.H.

Words, Letters, Pen and Paper

Everyday, I try to write

A poem that isn't about you

I remember you at night

And it makes me so blue

I'm nothing but a hopeless romantic poet

Who remembers what she has to forget

People say I'm being stupid

I hate you, oh, Cupid

Words, letters, pen and paper

Send my love to my ex lover

For this shall be the last poem

That I will write about him

He Looked into My Eyes

He looked into my eyes and held my hand
He hugged me and kissed my forehead
No this is not a romantic poem
I cried on my way home

It was the worst day of my life
My heart was stabbed with a knife
It was a short yet a sweet relationship I had
So why, why did it have to end?

It didn't work out but he said he'd find a way
But since then we've never been okay
He said we should be friends while he finds himself
But he never called, even when I cried for help

He looked into my eyes and held my hand
He hugged me and kissed my forehead
And that was the last time I saw him
Oh,  how I wish it was just a bad dream