Confusion
Confusion
And at last I found you,
as my heart goes, “There you are!”
The twinkle in your eyes
made the stars lost their sparkles
You are such a mystery, like an unsolved puzzle
I’ve seen you in my dreams and
memorized your face
but I’m feeling an unusual
emotion…
and I know it’s not love
© P. Bunnykins
Black Hole
The Gypsy Soul
Slipped Away
Your tight grasp, now lose
Your warm embrace, now ice cold
as love slipped away
© Pancake Bunnykins
Changes
When the person you love seemed to change, somehow, you also try to change in order to catch up with them. You become a person far different from what you are used to. Just because you don’t want to lose them, you let go of yourself.
© Pancake Bunnykins
Love in my arms and the sun in my eyes
“And I feel life for the very first time
Love in my arms and the sun in my eyes
I feel safe in the 5-am light
You carry my fears as the heavens set fire”
-Technicolour Beat, Oh Wonder
The Empty Bed
It was a small fight
just some petty argument
The monster inside me
boiled down
to the point where
I said hurtful things
I walked out of the house
but he didn’t follow me
unlike all the other
fights that we had
where he always stops me
from walking away
because he can’t live without me
I spent the night at a friend’s house
and I decided not to talk to him
for a while
to clear my mind, to think
about why I was in raged again
and how the fight started
But instead, my heart was mended
by the happy
memories that kept on flashing
in my head over and over
I know
I can’t live without him, too
The next morning, I slowly
opened the door
to keep him from waking up
I will surprise him in bed
with kisses and a sorry
But he’s not there anymore
The bed was empty
so was his closet
© Pancake Bunnykins
The Music of the Soul
When in love, there is a certain melody that only two people can hear. It’s called the music of the soul. Once heard, it will bind the souls into one.
© Pancake Bunnykins
The One
“Are you sleepy, honey?” He asked while looking at my weary eyes.
“Yes.” I immediately answered with a yawn.
“Are you cold? I will get your blanket.” He stood up and took my freshly washed blanket hanging outside the house.
“Please bring my flower crown, too.” I asked. “It’s inside the bedroom.“
