Every evening I go out and meet my loneliness..
On empty roads sometimes I plant new roses..
These roads have become dark, but the destination
is white
These pockets are storing memories, but my
pockets have holes.
Whenever I meet you, I meet myself..
Then after talking with myself I get upset..
Why is my mind running faster than these lanes..
These pockets are storing memories, but my
pockets have holes.
I am walking, towards you
towards you
It is, of course, no coincidence
That the sun should rise each day
And then sink into the ocean, calling out
to the evening.
It is not by chance that the moon rises
And then plays hide-and-seek among the silver of the clouds like a child
The waves have always meant to break themselves against rocks
And it is the earth’s will to rotate
And for the leaves to dance to the wind’s
song.
And just like that,
It is no coincidence that you and I Were to cross paths.
It was meant to be; The most unlikely of chances, and yet the most beautiful.
To have your hand in mine
Is not mere fortitude,
but the will of the stars themselves.
And for us to spend time with each other
Is not just the passage of time,
But moments in time, lived.
Had we not met before when we did,
I swear the skies would have fallen
To end the world before its time.
And now, I find myself at a loss.
What now can I say in your praise
When your tresses are not clouds bearing thunder,
Nor does your smile light up rooms in its
brilliance;
Your lips are not borne of roses, and your
eyes
Your eyes
They are no metaphor to me.
You are the truth and nothing but,
And the most beautiful one of my life.
What I am in love with, if I may, is the good
inside you,
The bravery, the honesty, the conviction,
And
And your feminist ideals
It almost feels as if I am invisible
To the rest of the world, and the world to me.
Time plays tricks when I am with you -
It skips along with your hand in mine
And slows to stillness
When you look me in the eyes with that smile of yours.
I see everything in slow motion
I cannot for my life understand
Why you should love me.
Sometimes, I stare into mirrors
Hoping to see in them, what you see in me
Sometimes I grasp my own hand,
Just to know what you feel like
When you don’t let it go.
And sometimes, sometimes I embrace myself
And yet, I feel nothing.
I know not when I will learn to not hate my
own self
But I do know that I my deepest wish
Is for you to never stop loving me.
And I know not how to end this poem.
For it is about us - and we are eternal
So I must leave it as it is -
Without an end
Unlike our love that shall forever remain
Endless.
Because
I am walking towards you
Towards you
Towards you
