Monokuro Boo

You speak as if I'm a paper doll. You define my facade with the point of your pen. You clothe me with such chromatic thoughts. You fold me to whatever form you prefer. And then you smile, to see such physique you have beautifully crafted with your words, with your thoughts.

And you see a curl from my lips, seemingly forming a smile. Yet, it is not what you perceive. I am not smiling back at you.

Perhaps, the day will come that I shall, when you perceive is other than my physique. When you have conceived that I am a soul, not just a PRETTY PAPER DOLL.

--Lynn Nhuk


Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Past & Present

Loneliness is a good feeling when
It is created by ourself.
But..it is the worst feeling when
It is gifted by others.

Broken heart is like having broken ribs.
On the outside it is like nothing’s wrong but every breath hurts.

Falling in Love is easy. Staying in Love is a challenge.
Letting go is the hardest part. And moving on is Suicide.


PAST

At Childhood we cry loudly to get what we like.
But when we Grownup we cry silently to forget what we like.

I wish I had the guts to walk away & Forget about what we had.
But I can’t because I know you won’t come after me.
& That’s what Hurts the most.

I compromised everything for you…but
But in the end you compromised me for everything.

Sometimes I hate getting Close to people because I think they’ll
Just eventually walk out of my life no matter how close we are.

I guess I will still have to survive
With or without you.

That sad moment when you find an old conversation
Between You & Someone you don’t talk to anymore.

I hate the feeling when you have to say goodbye
To someone you want to spend every minute with.

Everyone says, “just get over him, move on.”
Yeah, well, I would if I could.


PRESENT

A man’s biggest Mistake is giving another man
An opportunity to make his woman Smile.

People Cry not because they are weak
But because they’ve been strong for too long.

Sometimes I wish I can appear Offline in relaity.
 

 


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