voice

Don’t write depressing poems from now on…okay?

I will try not to but I can’t guarantee you

I write what I feel and may be I am depressed

That’s why I write such poems...

his voice echoed….

I then stop typing for a while and then closed my eyes thinking that he might show up from somewhere. I don’t know. I knew nothing.

I wish I can just pack my heart and mail it to you. Of all the things that happened, now I have come to realized that I thought I was hurting others but I was hurt the most, I was hurt deep and I know it would be hard for me to recover.

It was hard but then I chose to stay alone, maybe I was a lonely person. I wish I can make everyone happy but I am good for nothing.

I wish

I wish it would’ve rained that day

So I could hum your favorite tune

And dance barefoot on very wet soil

And love you in every drop of rain.

I wish it would've snowed that day

So I would hug you the tightest,

Feel the warmest inside and out,

Offer the purest of my love

Like the very first December snow.

I wish the street would’ve stretched that night,

Sky filled with stars and only two of us

Walking down that street:

We would’ve walked,

Walked and talked the sweetest…

But now, I can only wish