This is a compilation of stories I used to keep to myself, snippets of conversations that has been translated into something that are delicately kept into the chamber of my heart. Where all the love – along with all the heartbreak – resides.
Written under the influence of heartbreak.
We’re right next to each other, but I know you can’t be with me.
I know the lights will go off, and I’m here waiting for mine to go
The silence that you would speak broke me, coz all I heard was nothing.
But I heard the screams you whispered…
it was our sweet disposition.
“Stop, Look, & Love”
It was all green
for a moment
and it meant ‘go’.
Less in a minute,
it turned yellow,
so I was like “whoa”.
You got me
in a state
of a stoplight