When the person you love seemed to change, somehow, you also try to change in order to catch up with them. You become a person far different from what you are used to. Just because you don’t want to lose them, you let go of yourself.
© Pancake Bunnykins
Have you ever wonder how it feels to be in love with a girl who writes? Continue reading “Love A Girl Who Writes”
The cloak of darkness covered the skies
but still your face stays lucent to my eyes
Let’s sit together on the bench
and look at the moon as it slowly ascends Continue reading “Under the Moonlight”
There is this magical energy that attracts two people who consistently think of each other. Those who were struck by it call it fate.
But it is basically one of love’s unexplained ways; the mystery of how it works, not even the sharp-witted people could define.
The heart wants what it wants; there is no explanation to why it wants it.
When you find what you love, let it kill you then.
Kill you passionately with happiness as long as you accept the pain that goes with it. Continue reading “What is love, really?”
I wake up with kisses from behind.
The warmth of his breath on my cheek
gives me the feeling of certainty
from the obscure day ahead.
He is love.
He is the ghost that haunts me in a place
between sleep and wake.
The light between my sunrise and sunset.
He reminds me of the scent of mist in the morning
and the radiance of the moon at night.
And his voice…
His voice is like a gentle breeze
that can take me to a place
where the clouds meet the earth.
He is him.