There's this guy's eyes I saw one day.
Have you ever heard that click play?
Or that certain split second slow down?
Crazy and stupid, but that's how I got drowned.
Since that moment, I claimed him mine.
Funny, but I think of his eyes all the time.
Weeks after, I never saw him again,
But the feeling and memory remain.
The Almighty heard my fervent prayer.
This time, I saw including what he wears.
I never knew what his face looked like,
But I know exactly what it feels like.
He became a routine I could not skip.
Looking at him from afar is my sailing ship,
Within this vast, deep, and scary ocean of life.
And as early as now, I wanna be his wife.
(As I was browsing through my Drafts in Launchora, I stumbled upon this one. I started this poem last year but I had to cut it short. I mean our story, not just this piece. He wants to... so I have to. I don't want to continue this one and tell you the rest of it because I'll be hurting again. I am on my way to moving on from our short-lived story and I pray I could reach the end of this soon. This was my last poetry before I wrote "I Want To Stop Writing".)