To Be A Lover
I’m writing this to be a lover
I am a romantic another
To be a lover is to suffer
Yet I still compose this letter
As I write this to be a lover
To be a lover is a big maybe
A big will this be a reality so
To be a lover is to wander
Through the depths of the ocean
Intercept yet I’m frozen
Calling a fairy is sometimes scary
Anxious and weary of bedtime inquiries
Brawling with blurry queries of stories
Raining heavy near this ferry
I call this fairy and she floats carefree-ly
A fairy blinking like traffic lights, topsy-turvy
Constant battles making me question
A continuous cycle of recast
Not knowing how much longer I can last
Little by little I walk past
Another day to break fast
Shudder and stay to take last
Be a lover, in this day and age of
Every day being another page of
A drama where we play at the stage of
Three terrains that I have saved
Wrote it down on empty pages
Three terrains I wish to be retraced
Under two domes guided by history
Subtly containing conjoint memories
Then one day, I will be a lover
To whom I address to be a lover
I’ll meet you where the land meets the sea
We’re mere sand in a celestial cluster that’s milky
And each second gives me anxiety
Yet I hold on to a hope that ties our fate
Living in the same galaxy
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Thank you very much for reading!
This piece is a bit more personal since a lot of references here are things that only my real-life friends will get. Though, I still thought that it’d be great to share it here on Medium while I try to bounce back from all the stuff I’m going through as of the moment.
If you‘re not into romantic poems like this, maybe you’d like Stubborn Coward Badger.
