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Me, I am a great procrastinator.
But I cannot procrastinate missing you every single time.
-Katie, 17:30
Oh eyes, they speak;
Behind those lashes so thick
All the love I seek!
-Katie, May 8th
Ran off with coffee
Into the pouring rain
Wonder if you'd pick me up
Take all the blame
Or would you leave me here
Gnashing in pain
-Pain, you and the pouring rain,
Katie
Manila doesn't feel like home
Though it hums all my songs
Recites the old rhymes
I crafted
In that old asotea
Locked in your arms
Like we'll never part
Though I felt it in your heart
You never loved me from the start
As I leaned closer
I felt each beat ached for her
You should know it pierced me
The way Manila breaks me in pieces
As it reminds me I don't fit
Into this bustling metropolis!
-Manila breaks me,
Katie, May 15th//
I break things and I am broken. But you told me not to feel scared because I'm home with you. I believed that. When I showed you my real colors though, you went running and screaming like a banshee. Decided you can't fix me so you're leaving. But I don't need fixing. What I need is for you to be there while I crawl my way to wholeness.
Katie, 11:00
"I wanna love everything about you, if you don't mind", whispered the moon. She blushed a little, smiled and hummed along.
Katie, 20:00
Maybe we made all the wrong moves, clung to the vine of false hope. Now all our dreams are lost along with the stars we lassoed.
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I don't get it sometimes. Why do we need to waste so much time? Spill so much words to prove what our hearts scream all the time.
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Can we just invade each other's minds in silence; pick the snippets of our souls recklessly scattered.
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Maybe we're too loud, we failed to listen to the clues. Now we're lost as we missed the blazing fire of truth.
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I guess it's there, the answer to all the questions rambling in our head. How can a gargantuan icebeg rise at the center of our bed?
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Drawing us farther away like continents drifting. I reach for your hand, not wanting to lose you to the evening.
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If you held my hand that night and dreamed with me, maybe we could have known what's right.
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If we have listened to all the resounding symphony, we could have discovered the signs.
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In this very grave, I wonder if we ever made the right choice. For even when the storm calms, I can't hear your voice.
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What if we're wrong like the lyrics of every song we wrote? Surely, they rhymed but what about the chaotic notes?
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The mismatched pieces of puzzle we tried to fit somehow? With the disturbing sound of our hearts breaking, will we still ignore the signs?
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If the universe rubs the truth in your face, will you still stay? If every word tells you we're not meant for each other, will you push the idea away?
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For even if fate doesn't favor us, I still choose to stay. I love you with every fiber of my being is what I will repeatedly say.
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Maybe we made all the wrong moves, clung to the vine of false hope. But if we try, we can still find the dreams we lost and perhaps, all the stars we lassoed.
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-The stars we lassoed,
Katie, 15:00
Palm to Palm
When I talked about rarity;
Baby I meant synchronicity.
Or how the universe
And all the forces governing it
Had set this frienship.
I meant the swirling of fate
Janus opening the gate;
To reveal something
Our old souls may have
Perceived for light years now.
The lines on your palms;
Resembling the lines on mine;
How could they be the same?
Fascinatingly intertwined secrets;
Throbbing from a distant past.
Waiting to be unravelled;
Now that we had a glimpse;
Felt how centuries transcended;
How our souls are interconnected;
By some sacred thread.
An enigma waiting to be unearthed;
This friendship is a rarity.
It’s more than just compatibility.
In an eerie sense, I could hear;
A scream reverberating.
Across the ages;
Illuminating our faces;
Binding us palm to palm;
Engulfed in euphoric warmth!
-Stormykatie
I don't need a cartograph to locate you. You're already here, in my mind.
Always have been, forever will be.
Katie, 24:00
Even my demons stop to listen; savor the cadence of your voice rhyming with my heart, like I finally found the missing line of my unwritten poem.
-Unwritten poem,
Katie, 22:00
Is it possible darling
To occupy your heart
Fill whatever space
There is like a piece
Of puzzle that completes
The entirety of your
Exquisite universe
Before somebody
Else resides
In the depth
Of your winding mind
And tear you away
From the thinnest
Thread that connects
My entire being
To your soul
-Your soul
Katie, 23:00
I was a moon and a star gazer before you came. Now that you're here, your face is all I want to see as everything else is eclipsed by the beauty of your soul.
Katie, 22:00
I was an empty canvas before you came and started filling me with colors. Like Da Vinci, you toiled to turn me into a world-class masterpiece. You gave life to my dull parts, fixed all my hideous scars, worked day and night until I became the creation every connoisseur of art cannot ignore.
I could not fathom though, why after all your sleepless nights, you've afforded to give me away like a thing you can't wait to depart from. Now I am hung against the wall of this lifeless museum, admired by hostile and faceless crowd. How could you create something marvellous with your hands and not fall in love with it in the end? The answer struck me hard like a lightning. We're not Pygmalion and Galatea. Never have been. Never will be.
-Not Pygmalion and Galatea,
Katie, 21:00