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story thirty five

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".)