Tag: secrets

Hidden among the stars

There’s a secret I share with the stars.
I admit that you’re still buried in my heart.
A glutton for sin,
I still imagine
writing, “I Love You” on your skin.

Staring at the cosmos,
the memories of you still ebbs and flows.
I just need one more kiss
from those intoxicating lips
to get drunk off your love again when it happens.

A trickle of flashbacks together
last as long as a meteor shower.
When the moon begins to set,
I’ll try my best to forget
that I’m alone again.

Her Vows

I’m a bit nervous writing this today,
confessing the words I know I can’t say.
So, if you don’t mind
I’d like to take the time
to say what isn’t mine.

“I’ve loved you forever—
I always have.
We have more than enough love to last.
And look at you now…
You’re my Prince Charming, my kind-kindred soul”
Seeing you happy, I’m losing it all.
So please don’t be mad if you found this out—
that I’m the one writing her vows.

I wish I can tell you, “You look great in white.”
and how much it hurts me with her at your side.
Her hand on your ring
I whisper silently
the words that came from me…

“I’ve loved you forever—
I always have.
We have more than enough love to last.
And look at you now…
You’re my Prince Charming, my kind-kindred soul”
Seeing you happy, I’m losing it all.
So please don’t be mad if you found this out—
that I’m the one writing her vows.

When it’s all over, I’d like the chance
to have and to hold you in one last dance.
Swaying in starlight,
you lean in and I can see it in your eyes
telling me, “I’ve always loved the way you write.”

“I’ve loved you forever—
I always have.
We have more than enough love to last.
And look at you now…
You’re my Prince Charming, my kind-kindred soul”
Seeing you happy, I’m losing it all.
So please don’t be mad if you found this out—
that I’m the one writing her vows.





Just Not Ready

I take pen to paper and say the words I didn’t.
Even while editing my mistakes, I can’t show any commitment.
Instead, I stare at what I have—
like watching grains fall from an hourglass.

I’m not ready,
I’m just not ready—
ready for another love story.

Outline after outline,
I am not yet satisfied with it being just “All right.
Like a writer’s block I can’t dispel,
the words are there! But I can’t tell…

I’m not ready
I’m just not ready—
ready for another love story.

Flawed are the characters with little subplots.
Focusing on mine, I never gave yours any thought.
We were supposed to fill these pages
but somewhere, my character never adapted to the situations. 

I’m not ready
I’m just not ready—
ready for another love story.

Writing with no muse, I guess I’ll just call it a day
rehearsing the words I never did say,
May the moon and stars watch over you.
Find the love you deserve. It’s what your character would do.

I’m not ready.
Sorry,
I’m just not ready—
ready for another love story.