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A Poem of Forsythia


How is it to wake up

After a dream-like conversation

Not being able to say I love you

I shouldn’t

How I wish it was really just a dream

I tried to pinch myself

Two, three, four times

And still I’m awake

How is it to wake up

After a dream-like conversation

Not being able to say I miss you

From now on

Maybe I’ll do this afar

Silently

Whispering the longingness in the air

Just wishing it would blew your way

How is it to wake up

After a dream-like conversation

Knowing that I wouldn’t

No

I shouldn’t

Hold on to your arms

How I should let them go

For what’s the sense of holding on when you’re letting go

How is it to wake up

After a dream-like conversation

Knowing that I’m sooner and almost fired of being a human alarm

What’s the sense of waking up

If it feels like better to stay with this dream

Talk to you even with the most hurtful things

Atleast I know you are still mine

Hurt can be washed by tearful eyes, I guess

But the sight of you being happy without me

Means everything tears cannot wash away

How is it to wake up

After a dream-like conversation

That everything seems to go back from the start

That’s how it should be

The time when we were strangers

How can I do

If I’m still inlove with you

Julie Anne Lumongsod
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Julie Anne Lumongsod

I write based on experience. If you have read my poems then you have seen me naked.