That One Summertime


Stealing me away like I was only yours to keep

Had a faith on that broken clock, but time took a leap

Realized hours are mortal and we had so much to achieve

Fell under the orthodox of morality, same as everyone perceived


You made yourself believe that love was just a myth

I denied myself of all common sense, figured you were never mine to begin with


Now I lay here, after all this time, with all that I have gained

Wondering how satisfaction must feel; all I persist is unfading pain

Got a house filled with artifacts but nothing that I need

Have a soul filled with banality that forever bleeds


Left with nothing but the reminiscence of time when you were mine

Left with nothing but some regrets and those irreplaceable echoes grimed

Left with nothing but those moments, back when everything was in line

But all I really gained are your memories and that photograph we took one summertime

Damaged Urn


The vase is filled with emptiness

Its enchanting allure concealed with dust

This damaged urn; useless

That once stood out the brightest

Chipped off insides, no exterior mark

A certain disfigured, apparent spark

That’s how things perish, that’s how it embarks

Pay attention to what’s vitiated, pay attention to its arc

Musky corner; its endless bide

Repair it with love, don’t throw it aside

Your presumption; unjustified

Have flowers ever grown when fertilized with cyanide?