It's been five years.
Wow.
Have you ever blown the dust off an old blog,
brushing the old cobwebs away
and pored through
a seemingly miasmic nebula of thoughts and words
you never
imagined your mind could conjure?
Welcome to my world.
Five years.
Skimming along the ancient posts of blog/s stalked (lol), I came upon this, a blindsiding curveball.
A poem from the bleak, bleak past.
From someone..
He may not give you flowers,
but you may give him yours..
for even though he's cynical as much as you are,
he takes chances and gambles for you..
don't expect him to be the sweetest man
nor the most romantic
just take him for who and what he is..
He may be cold sometimes,
and sarcasm may pierce you through
but if he makes you laugh,
gives you criticisms and advices..take them.
Although it may hurt, take them.
It's the most precious parts of him.
He makes you laugh, makes you cry
pushes you away
when you reach out and try
but he's the man you not let go..
he may not love you today, but someday, who knows?
Thought to have been absurd, it waxes poetic.
Heartfelt.
Hopeful.
Naive?
Perhaps.
But honest.
Honesty is a good thing nowadays.
The truth will always set you free.
Always.
This deserves a spot on a post.
