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
At the Stroke of Midnight
A masquerade
A dance
Lonely people hiding
behind silly masks
pretending to enjoy
the evening
You walked to the corner
of where my unwanted soul
had taken refuge
and asked me to dance
I got wonderstruck
by the sparkle in your eyes
You lead me to the dancefloor
my hand in yours
and carried me through the rhythm
my heart with yours
At the stroke of midnight
you kissed me on my lips
I closed my eyes
and got lost in the magic
When I opened them back
you were there no more
© Pancake Bunnykins
Daily Prompt: Stroke of Midnight
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.“
Music Box
Being with you is like listening to a music box,
every melody takes me to a place more farther than dreams
-to a black hole where we are one,
one in body and one in soul.
© Pancake Bunnykins
Feelings.
Love.
The more I tried to hold it back, the stronger it becomes.
I thought I can control it, but it was so intense. It reached the point where I can no longer differentiate right from wrong.
I was drowned.
© Pancake Bunnykins
The Guitar Man
I heard about his passion for music. How the notes dance as he strums that guitar.
I am curious about what he feels when he is in the rhythm. Does the lyrics influence him in any way? I can see how the demons control him every time he lays a finger on those strings.
Ah! Those magical strings that create a bewitching sound, drawing people to him as he consumes their souls.
I am drifting too, with every beat. Ghosts of the past swirl around my head as the tune fills the room. They echo like a thousand memories bouncing from every word of my favorite song.
Oh, nostalgia! It’s strangling me, but I like it.
I notice that when his soul gets possessed by the melody, he can be whoever he wants to be, he can say whatever he wants to say. And nobody, I mean, nobody can judge him.
© Pancake Bunnykins
