Yue

by Mahal Ko Kuya Ko   May 22, 2018


Like the moon,
I don’t have enough lucency…
How am I supposed to shine
without you?

Wounded and pained,
I still write poems for you…
I’ve chosen to be vulnerable to you
like a pond with rippled waters
and a still life painting
barely hanging on the hallway.

My metaphors burn my tongue
before I can ever taste them,
but it’s a waste to spit them out…
They can be asteroids
that will someday hit me
and form fizzures on my core.

You are my sun,
you conform its rays,
destroying the ozone layers,
trapped by greenhouse gases –
wait, I’ve had enough of
science lessons already.

But you really are my sun…
in the most poetic way,
you light me up
making me a sunspot-filled road

and a dandelion

changing the perspective
of this dark world.

Once in a while,
you’ll meet someone
whose iridescence
is enough to take the sorrows
of this world away…

whose brilliance
will blind you,
but you’ll still choose
to look at…

the way your eternal smile
saved me from despair,
the way you let me
borrow your shine
when the night falls
and my heart wanders still.

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  • 3 years ago

    by Em (marmite)

    This is majestically beautiful

  • 4 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    Fantastic! :)

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