Family Love

Everyday,
Every time,
He tells his parents that he loves them
No matter how much they laugh,
No matter how much they say they know.

Even when he is an adult living alone
He wants it to be shown
That no matter how old, he could remind them
That they were the reason why he had a home,
Why he never gave up and always had hope.

He knows that when they argued, they just wanted him to know
That they cared,
That they didn’t want him to be someone whom they would fear.

So everyday no matter what the age or year,
“I” keep on telling my parents that I love them
Because one day,
They won’t be here to hear.

Good Bye 

​I tried to help.

Tried to be the person you wanted him to be.

But in the end I guess I will be making my leave.

Because no matter how much it hurts, I will always have my own sleeve.

I’m not sad.

Just a little lonely…

But also happy. 

Happy to see that as I leave, you will have that sense of relief.

Knowing that all this time you have hurt me.

But because of this, I can finally say a proper good bye.
To the person that I thought of all the time.

Every Single Day…

No matter how lost we are, you still find a way.

Even when I give up hope, you still decide to stay.

Is there even a way to explain?

Explain the amount of pain that I put you through every single day.

The type of pain that stays on you forever not as a scar but as a stain.

But never

Never hearing a single complaint.

But just a smile and a “How was your day.”

Because of this, how will I be able to find a way.

A way to get past my pain.

So that I can finally help you.

And this time, ask you if you are the one who is okay…

 

 

She’ll Live On

Flowers will bloom and eventually it’s petals will fall.

But life doesn’t end yet.

She’ll live on.

Don’t worry my friend just continue to stay strong.

She’ll continue to smile down as you fix your wrongs.

Be the person she knew you’ll become.

Her flower will continue to bloom even after the petals fall. 

Nothing ever ends, so stand tall.

Love?

The feeling she holds.

He’s never told.

Is she in love?

Or is he being sold?

Who should he hold?

The thoughts of being bold.

But it’d be best not to get scold.

It’d be best to just do what’s told.

I sit back and watch as their story unfolds.