Poem #6: Hopeless Romance

Under the moon, I wonder if you’re looking at it too.
Hoping you’re listening to the same song that I am listening to,
Hoping, you look at me the way I look at you.
Someone once told me, “Hopeless romance is poetic.”
And I am a lover of poetry.
Is there any depth in unrequited love?
Or this hole in my heart is just a mirage?
Falling and failing, falling and failing,
does it end? Does it ever stop hurting?
To romanticize the idea of him,
To think of all that could be,
To write with my blood and sweat,
To stop my heart from beating my chest,
Does it stop?
I want it to stop.
I want to raise a wall so strong it can’t be tumbled down,
A fence so dense that it can’t be sneaked into,
I want to throw my heart in the corner and fill it with void,
A void so deep that it feels no emptiness.
But how will I ever write poetry then?
Someone once told me, “Hopeless romance is poetic.”
I am a lover of poetry, so I became one.
Isn’t it beautiful? Being a hopeless romantic?
I can imagine all sorts of things and believe them to be true.
Your smile,
Your laughter,
Your voice,
Your touch,
and weave them into words, make it a poem,
exploiting my emotions shamelessly,
sharing it with the world.
And hoping that you read it too,
Understand that it’s written for you.
Someone once told me, “Hopeless romance is poetic.”
I am a lover of poetry,
and my poetry is you.
 

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2 thoughts on “Poem #6: Hopeless Romance

  1. Moon isn’t there tonight, yet something seems so bright.
    This song scribbles the story of me and you,
    Something i realized when i was half way through.
    Those all red roses for each day may have been dried up,
    But not yet my hopeless romance or will ever be.
    Moon isn’t there tonight, yet something seems so bright.
    The hole in heart may now seize to be,
    But not your love should ever be.
    Never will it be the same from now,
    Still you may be thinking, but how?
    The heart will still beat your chest,
    Reason will be different, but I promise for the best.
    No wall can face the thunder,
    which my dreamy Hopeless romance wonder.
    They said, Dreams make wonders, but a rabbit was enough,
    Sneaked one day through fence, which used to be dense,
    Saw a heart still beating, collecting words and weaving,
    It can still be hopelessly romantic
    I still says, “Hopeless romance is poetic.”
    Moon isn’t there tonight, yet something seems so bright.
    Smile, laughter, voice, touch,
    I promise they will now be there as much.
    Moon isn’t there tonight, yet something seems so bright
    But It doesn’t matter tonight,as you are my moon, every night.

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