Her

Filling in the shoes, a size too big,

balancing the ways through life.

The comforter, the naive,

never have I had that charm.

To you, she is impeccable,

your heart, so forgiving.

Envious I am of what I see,

I am not her, never for you.

I am not her, never for me,

she is smart, she is mysterious,

I have no reservation to what I think.

Giving out too much, too soon,

Not just my thoughts,

but also my dreams and prayers.

I weave my world, a spider around you,

You, my dear were a butterfly, you flew away.

Never did I see how wrong I was not to see,

that she, a queen bee, and I, a venomous creature.

She, the woman of your dreams, your nightmares and your past, just Her everywhere.

For you, she seems perfect. For me, “I am just not her”.

Butterfly

Running in the fields to catch those butterflies,
mesmerized by the color, the flutter.
Patches on my blue flowy skirt,
hopped on to the meadows, I twirled.

Such a pretty girl,
here are the pink butterflies for you.
I wore the symbol, a pendant,
soon clutched in it, its hard to breathe when my butterfly flew away from my hands

Suffocating those thread, I broke the chains apart.
These pretty pink butterflies, I have caged you again.
I however have to go for now, a season of transformation calls
A new meadow beckons, empty they are for now,
Spring shall come soon, and I shall run wild, again like and with those butterflies.

Dear Empath

A Midas touch, you seep in the misery from others,
where are you to contain all that you have soaked?
Like the dam that has overflowed with compassion,
you tear up to the unfairness and unkindness.

Protecting others from the scorching sun,
never did you realize how much darkness you had garnered in your shadow.
Avid listener, you seem to seek white noise,
the thumping of heart and head of all you care for, deafens your senses.

You my dear deserve appreciation,
not all love like you do, neither care like you do.
Let go of your reservations and that fake smile,
cry your heart out, for others they ache.

You see the world with microscope, eyes wide open,
eyes closed, you dream of a perfect getaway with others.
Miracle worker, you soothe, you heal, you pray,
you dream, you are patient, you are kind.

Like the ripple in the lake,
your thoughts have wave of transition.
You my dear are a Firefly, let your light shine,
shine-on, for you deserve all you desire in your life.

Daisy

You are my flower, blooming and blossoming are your smiles.

Slim are your hands like the stems, the way you moved reminds me of delicate bud on wind.

The twirl you did when we danced, white sun dress, put the flower to shame.

You bring fragrance to the air I breathe, and with every breath, I dive deeper in your love.

The first time I saw you with those flower crowns, your eyes shined like the dew drops.

Hearts and flowers, I was with the first flower I bought for you.

No Roses for you because you are my daisy,

your frizzy hair are to blame for it, hooked I have been to them.

The first time we held hands, you had these white bouquet clenched to your heart.

Today you walk towards me with both hands holding these white flowers,

with those eyes, that smile, in a white dress,

melting my heart from afar to hold my hands forever and be mine.