The Diary of a Late Bloomer (63)

the time has my back, keeping an eye on you

Hear my heart, even in your soul

I still love you just the same


Should the heart had an imaginary bell

It echoed the ‘thump-thumping’ sound in rapid beat

Like it should when it crossed another half

Like it was meant to be coined in tandem the hearts of two

Like it was the working of conspired universe

The pounding is predestined known not the reverse

A moment of instant cocksure, razor-sharp acknowledgement to whom the pounding served its rowdy beats

It got mine heart only mystified

Was it justly justified

To then only leave again untied

To still let the flow of stubborn seconds

Make the two tandem hearts coincide


listen to my heart see my eyes shutting

So let me confess that

When I see you it is in my heart

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The Diary of a Late Bloomer (61)

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I will catch you if you fall
I’m just gonna love you like the woman I love


To The Woman I Love


Be Worry not your soul is forever in my arms guidance

Be Mourn not your smile mine source of joy

Cry not it guilty me heart

Had it forever to your waiting, be patient still

Keep it beating in a pace steady

Breathing romance if necessary

Be tired not to yet another unrevealed story

My dear, be worry not

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The Diary of a Late Bloomer (46)

I design my future bright not by where my life has been.
And I try, try, try, try, try again.


To only find out the heart of a young girl as vurnarable and brittle

As easily torn and scattered by words and remembrances

Age speaks a mere number; as it serves plain in color

It does insignificant for the fruit to ripen

If anything, somewhat backwards but somehow manage to have its way of becoming still

—-

I’m glad to be alive