Creative Content,  Literary Work

Quantitative: A Three Part Poem


Find your equal,
The one who will appear in the sequel,
Never leaving you to mull.
Find your equal,
The one who would wait at the end of the tunnel,
With a lantern standing still.
Never settle for those who are lesser than you are,
You and your sharp wit and sharper tongue,
God knows your worth is more
Than those small talks and lame jokes.


If only he knew how much he means to me,
Each passing moment I would steal a glance,
Hoping that the wind wouldn’t take him away from me,
But time ticks fast and soon I would be left alone.
Maybe that is why I am mean to him one too many times,
Void of sympathy and kindness
So it would hurt less when the time arrives
So I wouldn’t shed tears
When he leaves.
Even if I stop all the clocks from ticking,
Even if I pray a little more,
Even if I resort to begging,
He is the one that I dare not hope to be mine.


We walk aimlessly on a path few are brave enough to choose,
We watch as the lines of the past sever and deteriorate,
We met a little too late in our life
At least it seemed so for me,
Yet, the moments we share
I would treasure
And cling to until the very end of my breath.

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