Gone

Time and time again, what are we but the faded memories of what we once was?
The still portrait of a thousand emotions, the only proof of our existence.
All but memories remain, in the only ones we hold dear, to our hearts.

Photograph

slowly it creeps, it blots, like emulsions on a photograph,
fading out the images of a better past, a sweeter memory.
Till it reaches a point where it doesn't matter anymore, nothing remains.

What do you look like? I can't see much, just a faded image of what once was.

The Ending of The Beginning

There you are, in a flowing white dress, looking as mesmerizing as I first saw you.
As I sat nearby, this feeling of melancholy crept up my spine, 'Is this it?' I ask myself.
21 years of your life, 21 of mine, here we are, at the beginning of our lives, but why does it feel like the end?
Long have I waited till this day, where I can finally say goodbye, but when I saw that smile on your face,
How could I? When all you've wanted was happiness.

After all that's past, there's nothing much left to say, happy birthday Alice. May you find happiness and keep it throughout your life.

Where Art Thou?

As I float in this calm abyss, where time and tide doesn't exist.
And though I thought this trap was shut, my traitorous heart more often than not.
In this valley of winter my heart sings to thee
' Where art thou? My lovely spring? '

Prove Me Wrong

prove me wrong in my assumptions and I'll prove you right on your expectations.
-Ivan

My Heart

You took my heart away, let it sway, dropped it like a rock, broke it like glass, and the best part of it all, never gave it a glance, stepped on the pieces, ground it with your foot till it became fine dust. And when you looked back, you said, 'Why didn't you take it back if you knew it would become so?'

Even If

Cause even if you were the only one in my eyes, comparison is naught when all you care is whether you were ever in his eyes.