Little Droplets
I saw a woman walking on the streets
On one fine rainy day
She walked with such pride and grace
With soaked clothes
And an umbrella hanging from her calloused hands
And I, soaked in my own misery and confusion in my own rainless space
I admired her
And her courage to brave the rain
Without thinking of what could happen
Slowly, my hand reached out
And I watched as the little droplets pooled in my hand one by one
And suddenly
I was not so suddenly numb anymore
I then understood
How that woman could've been so happy
She was happy
Because she could feel
She had an umbrella
But she did not have it over her head
She was willing to feel
She was not afraid
She held the barriers between her fingers
She did not let it numb her
She was not afraid of rain
She did not mind the pain
Slowly, I closed the barriers
And held it between my fingers
Just as that woman did
The song of the rain flooded my ears
Like jingle bells and Christmas carols
What joy it brought to my thirsty heart
Slowly, the rain drenched me
It washed over me
Just like it did to the woman
Slowly, I was rain itself
I felt, I wasn't numb anymore
And slowly, very, very slowly,
I felt what it was like to be happy
Expiration Date (Love's scent and taste)
She was musk
She was chrysanthemums on a graveyard stone
She was beautiful decay
She was chocolates that come in heart-shaped boxes
And she was mine
Her smiles were roses
Bittersweet with thorns
Her scent awakens my soul
Her taste drives away my weaknesses
When her lips are tasting mine I feel powerful
Strong enough to bring down the world
Her love was expensive perfume
And cheesecakes
And soft blankets
Her fingers were lolly rings that I kiss every time
With spaces where my fingers
She was all the homemade pancakes we made together
She was every perfume she tried but couldn't buy
She was sun rays on dark nights
She was my cherry blossoms
She was every spoonful of red velvet ice cream that I fed her
She was the scent of old books
Her love was expensive perfume itself
But like all perfumes
Her love had an expiration date
Her sweet aroma suddenly turned sour
The beautiful decay I had loved is now a corpse
Such a beautiful corpse of the delicious love we once savored
What a fool I was
A fool for taking her love in small proportions
Too small that I haven't finished all of it before it expired
So then came grief
It came like roses
Bittersweet with thorns
I kept that rose
Because it reminded me of her scent
Until one day
The rose petals dried
And grief became sorrow, became guilt
I fell in love with sorrow
I loved it more than I loved her
Sorrow looked so similar to her
They had the same broken smile
Bittersweet with thorns
My sorrow had no expiration date
For where there is absence of love, there will be sorrow
And my love had already expired
But then
On one sorrowful lovely midnight
A familiar fragrance tickled my senses
A scent of roses and expensive perfume
And alas, I was holding her hand again
She wore the same smile
Her skin still smelled of musk
But
There was something wrong
Her hand felt so foreign
The spaces where my fingers used to fit were nonexistent
The creases I used to kiss were gone
It's like her hand is already molded to fit into a another's
Love was back
She looked beautiful
She looked the same
But I do not know her anymore
Amidst (#138)
In the hustling and rustling of the sea of people
In the rush of crowds as they brush past a lonely girl
Amidst all these foreign faces
She has never felt so alone
A letter in a bottle, tossed carelessly by waves
Oh, isn't it glorious to think, that nobody knew
What a precious thing was amidst
Amidst all the busy rustle
This message bottle, slowly sinking in it's own fear
Shes afraid that no one would understand her message
But she shoved down that ugly fear
Amidst the crowd, she started to sing
A soft melody that drowned in the busy murmurs
No one heard her, no one heard her message for them all
But even if no one heard her
She will not stop amidst this crowd
Her each melody gradually became louder
As did the hustle and rustle of the busy crowd
But amidst the rushing people
Her melody drew someone in
Another bottled message, she had captivated
The bottles clinked, and the noise echoed amidst the crowd
The glass bottle crowd echoed back
Each with their own messages
The message in her glass melody is finally heard
Amidst the glass bottle people
She felt like she belonged at last
© ambrosia--
It's on wattpad :'D Although I'm kinda positive no one would read so....
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