Bruised.
Her hands are now colored blue and black,
With the wound of holding on too tight.
There are memories embarked on them.
Of the person whom she loved the most.
But could give him nothing back in return.
Clenched.
Her jaws and fist all clenched.
Because she knew she tried well enough,
Of restoring, protecting and grasping onto him.
Her hands could not open.
As she had nothing to give.
Sweaty.
Her palms were sweaty of the hard work she did.
The work of leaving the world behind,
And making him the world.
The wide world she saw in his brown eyes.
Which now just showed question,
Which she is still unable to answer.
Her sweat drops every time she sees his eyes.
Goosebumps.
She gets goosebumps,
Every time she hears him speak.
But the voice isn't for her anymore.
She does get goosebumps when her best friend says,
"How can you love him so much?"
And,there,she is just thinking to herself,
'Coz he is the gift I got when I did something for real good.'
Dense.
Like the forest in the tropics.
Like the snow in the Antarctics.
Dense like his brown eyes, his brows, his intense hair,
Is her destiny.
Dark, unanswered was she.
When he asked, "Can you come here?"
Turned Tables,
Turned her tables when once for whom she meant happiness,
Now she turned into a sorrow,
A question,
A severity.
An imagination.
A false fairytale.
Which he saw in her.
She was a melody he once knew,
Which now was a cacophony.
Irresistible.
Is still his eyes.
His heavy, balmy voice.
Like the first summer rain, like the first breeze of autumn.
His dark brown eyes,
Like a dark secret entwined in branches.
His hair,
To which caressing in dreams is heaven.
His eternal blush she remembers,
Like the redness of the sweetest apple.
To which any Eve would eat the forbidden fruit.
His little broad nose.
To which she made fun of.
The thought of waking up
And seeing the morning light explode on his face.
Which radiates the inner him, the angelic face he has.
Is all a question.
Is all a confusion.
Thus, came a day, where she let him go.
To explore the world.
Because at the end she realized.
Her heart didn't belong to her.
It is his, his happiness,
Being the harmony to which her angels dance.
Before she could see her demons in his eyes,
The question getting deeper.
She can't hold him back anymore.
Apology is a mere word she could express to him.
To devastate him as she became.
Unanswered, from a love, to friend, to someone in between.
So as the song says,
"Blow me one last kiss."
Her hands are now colored blue and black,
With the wound of holding on too tight.
There are memories embarked on them.
Of the person whom she loved the most.
But could give him nothing back in return.
Clenched.
Her jaws and fist all clenched.
Because she knew she tried well enough,
Of restoring, protecting and grasping onto him.
Her hands could not open.
As she had nothing to give.
Sweaty.
Her palms were sweaty of the hard work she did.
The work of leaving the world behind,
And making him the world.
The wide world she saw in his brown eyes.
Which now just showed question,
Which she is still unable to answer.
Her sweat drops every time she sees his eyes.
Goosebumps.
She gets goosebumps,
Every time she hears him speak.
But the voice isn't for her anymore.
She does get goosebumps when her best friend says,
"How can you love him so much?"
And,there,she is just thinking to herself,
'Coz he is the gift I got when I did something for real good.'
Dense.
Like the forest in the tropics.
Like the snow in the Antarctics.
Dense like his brown eyes, his brows, his intense hair,
Is her destiny.
Dark, unanswered was she.
When he asked, "Can you come here?"
Turned Tables,
Turned her tables when once for whom she meant happiness,
Now she turned into a sorrow,
A question,
A severity.
An imagination.
A false fairytale.
Which he saw in her.
She was a melody he once knew,
Which now was a cacophony.
Irresistible.
Is still his eyes.
His heavy, balmy voice.
Like the first summer rain, like the first breeze of autumn.
His dark brown eyes,
Like a dark secret entwined in branches.
His hair,
To which caressing in dreams is heaven.
His eternal blush she remembers,
Like the redness of the sweetest apple.
To which any Eve would eat the forbidden fruit.
His little broad nose.
To which she made fun of.
The thought of waking up
And seeing the morning light explode on his face.
Which radiates the inner him, the angelic face he has.
Is all a question.
Is all a confusion.
Thus, came a day, where she let him go.
To explore the world.
Because at the end she realized.
Her heart didn't belong to her.
It is his, his happiness,
Being the harmony to which her angels dance.
Before she could see her demons in his eyes,
The question getting deeper.
She can't hold him back anymore.
Apology is a mere word she could express to him.
To devastate him as she became.
Unanswered, from a love, to friend, to someone in between.
So as the song says,
"Blow me one last kiss."
