Time passes but the
memories remain, vivid
words lingered in head.
Words so apparent
but then it was you, whom i
have long forgotten.
-♥-
-CW
Tag Archives: words
#188 Silent Broken Hearts,
People questioned why
I write, yet silence engulfed
me as I went on.
My words did not stop
as they were crying for those
silent broken hearts.
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#184 Behind words,
If only you knew
how much emotions were felt
behind those words sent.
Holding onto the
tinge of hope that maybe it
could have been different.
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#168 Words to say,
If there were words to
describe, they would be I love
the way you love me.
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#167 A long wait,
All these while, waiting
for those words and promises
you never gave me.
And yet I could still
stay here, waiting for the late
arrival of them.
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#139 The Old You,
After all these years,
living a life without you,
thought you would have changed.
Yet one sentence of
yours, I remembered again
the very old you.
-♥-
-CW
#135 Leap Of Faith,
Credits: Google
If one fine day, you
came to realise that what you
believed was not real.
What would be your source
of courage and where would your
next step of faith be?
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#118 Society,
oh darling I am
still learning how to breathe in
this society.
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#116 Almost,
Maybe after a
period of time when things changed
in a blink of eye.
To sadly realise
what forgotten were some words
that were left unsaid.
Yet the final one
sentence that remained was that
we were almost there.
-♥-
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#114 A Girl Who Learns How to Write,
Credits: Google
She was told to write
a poem but she simply
have no idea how.
Then one fine day she
came to realise that the key
was to be sincere.
Because true words have
the power to touch people’s
hearts more than others.
-♥-
-CW
#110 Tons Of Words But None,
I have tons of words
to say to you but I do
not know where to start.
Nor do I know how
to end so I ended up
saying none at all.
-CW
#101 Thoughts & Words,
The rushing flood of
thoughts are drowning in my mind,
yet unspoken words.
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#97 Dilemma,
Things I still cannot say
at the end of the day.
Words left at the edge of tongue,
where the dilemma still stung.
I have no idea what to do,
and only hoped that I get through.
-CW
#96 That Warmth,
Credits: google
On a chilly night,
warmth from your sincere words found
its way to my heart.
-CW
#83 Writing,
Credits: Google
It feels so good to
transform feelings into words.
Now I feel at ease.
-CW
#82 Unspoken Words,
#77 Broken Promises,
If one of these days,
you suddenly remembered
all of the words said.
To remember how
those small promises were made
and to watch them break.
Yet to find regrets
in things that are left undone
and to feel empty.
Know that it is fine,
but time to let go of things
and move on in life.
Somewhere and someday,
there might be a sorry heart
and I will know it.
But it is okay,
even if things do not go
this way that we want.
Just read these words and
let this be a last poem
that I write to you.
-CW
PS: Reposting this.
What are words,
Listened to this and got reminded of some memories.
Back to sharing my #16 poem.
Words are so beautiful,
and yet can be so sinful.
It depends on how the people use them,
and the purposes what they meant.
Is either they bring rainbow,
or there they bring sorrow.
Words that are once spoken,
would those become motion?
Words might be forgotten,
which led to promises being broken.
Yet, saying words are like singing a song,
where you hum along.
But once it is sung,
or even if it is a slip of the tongue,
there is no turning back,
where time cannot backtrack.
Words, how powerful it is,
there an impact leaves.
-CW
#42 Unsaid words,
Hidden as deep,
as secrets piled a heap.
Choosing not to say,
its probably better this way.
Giving promises to keep,
but talk is cheap.
Uncertainty slowly came,
and fear the same.
Keep those words in heart,
hoping for a brand new start.
Just not being able to have that say,
that is the only price to pay.
-CW
#40 Complications,
Learnt to trust,
yet faded to dust.
Don’t ever judge,
when truth refused to budge.
Some hidden word,
not that it is not being heard.
Wanted it to be sealed,
but peeled wounds that have healed.
Things that were left unknown,
feeding uncertainty to be grown.
Many words are left unsaid,
wondering what actually lies ahead?
Perfunctory messages now left behind,
with mixed feelings combined.
Now everything is in a twine,
how can I still say I’m fine?
-CW
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