Northern Star

Portal to my soul.


July 2016

Chasing a Melancholic Soul

Are you tired of chasing her?
A swift and untamed soul,
Always running away every time you come near
You think she’s rare and mysterious
But you don’t have a clue
she’s just as curious about you, too
But she won’t let you see her staring.
No, she just won’t let you know
that somehow you have soften a part of her
Like a hole in a wall,
One blow and you’ll send her walls crumbling
But again, she will never let you catch her.
Like a riddle, she’ll keep you guessing.
A part of her wishes her teasing would allure you closer.
But if ever you change your mind,
if ever you get tired of trying codes to her locked heart
She would feel sad,
but still, she won’t hold you back.

All that she ever wanted is someone who would stay,
Not necessarily would understand her at all times,
But would stay.

And if you can’t be that person,
then you have never loved her enough.

Then maybe you don’t deserve her heart.


The Pointless Choice

You walked out of my life dragging and leaving pieces of me on the floor..

I am left with two choices;

should I pick up the pieces
that would eventually lead me to you,

or should I move on,
half empty?

Either way, I will never be the same again.
None of it will ever make me whole again.

The Girl Sitted on the Corner

They say she got a beautiful face,

Her heart too innocent, too gullible.

So she let them see and fill the empty space

But they only left her in pain, in fear, strangled.

They thought her kindness is a sign of weakness,

They acted like nothing happened after they made fun of her

Grudge started to pile when they keep on abusing her silence

They did not see nor hear her cry every night in terror.

She caught the eyes of a girl in a mirror

She did not recognize herself 'cause the light was gone

She tried to scream at her reflection hoping tears would out-pour

Her head spins, throat tightens but tears did not come.

I guess they made her feel numb

I guess it was her fault too

She let them treat her like a dumb

She's dying inside, and no one else knew.

She tried to paint her canvas white

While they splash it with red and blue.

Some turned black, those hidden from the light

Just pray it won't consume her soon.

To the man who can’t stay,
make me your home
So my heart will have something to hold on to;
Give me the hope that no matter how long,
You will find your way back to me.

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