More time

Wishing time would stop

‘Cause one day is not enough

To chase all my dreams

In a hurry, cannot wait

I beg time to be my friend

On fighting sadness

Silence the sad thoughts

Tomorrow the sun will shine

You will make it through

All the stars

Hopes are up

Daydreaming of happy endings

Replaying moments so dear

Wishing you’re here

Wanting to start over

Though things won’t be the same

Clouds suddenly disappear

And the sky has your name

Miles apart and now closer

No more daydreaming

No more waiting

Our future aligned

In all the stars

On loving yourself

Searching for lost time

Finding me in this journey

Love is within me

Farewell

It doesn’t fall anymore

My heart has hardened through the years

Things are not the same as before

Goodbye to the love which brought me tears

 

A long story has come to an end

Facing loss, I finally bid farewell

To the one who can only be a friend

I can only wish you well

 

Farewell to the summer we once had

I promise to move forward through the seasons

I’ve lost hope when things turned out bad

My heart ran out of reasons—

To continue loving you

 

 

 

4 years past

On a summer day

In my ordinary life

Four years past today

Our eyes met and said hello

Not knowing past or future

 

© Rosie C

 

On sleep

Off to Neverland

All cares disappear at once

My eyes gently close

© Rosie C

False hopes

Constantly waiting

Heart flutters when you’re online

You give me false hopes

 

© Rosie C

 

 

Sentimental

Melodies in tune

Broken hearts under the moon

Sentimental hour

Photographs of you in mind

As I write you a love song

 

© Rosie C

 

 

 

A certain sadness

There is a certain sadness that never goes away. In between the busy hours it creeps in though uninvited. The moment the lights turn off, it breaks your heart again. It happens every single day. It visits every single night. Behind the smiles, laughter, and pictures taken, it’s the shadow which no one really notice.

It is the sadness of wanting to belong, of wanting to be loved, of wanting to be free. It is the sadness in wanting happiness which is as elusive as the shooting star.

 

© Rosie C