Little Puppy

She opened the door.
And there it was.
A face that is always so innocent.
A pair of eyes that always melts her heart.
A small and cuddy body that always warms her.

It always comes running to her,
To lick her,
To play with her,
Or wanting her to scratch it.

Its furry body makes it cute,
Its actions make it even cuter.
If it is at fault,
It will whimper and go to one corner,
As though reflecting on its mistakes.
If it is hungry,
It will give her a puppy face,
As though wanting her to give it more food.

All its cuteness,
All its innocence,
Makes it more lovable.
As the door closes,
It sits at that very spot,
Waiting for the door to be open again.

She closes the door,
And smile to herself happily.
She can’t wait to open the door again.

The First Year

The weather had been kind to them.
Not rainy and not sunny.
A perfect day,
For their first year together.

Looking back,
They met in a normal way,
But spoke in an unexpected way.

The first time they met,
He looked so gentle despite his dressing.
While she,
Hidden behind a thick book.

As days goes by,
They became a couple.
There were many happy moments,
There were many bitter moments,
There were many sad moments too.
However,
They went through it all together.

Bounded by fate,
Overcoming all odds together,
They are still deeply in love with each other.
They are still each other’s pillars of support.
They will still continue to be together,
Forever and ever,
Till death do them apart.

Wonder

On days like this,
On nights like this,
She always wanted to see him.

She just couldn’t understand love.
How could it made her yearn for him so much?
Yet so afraid and scared that he would leave her?

She hates herself to the core.
For always making him unhappy,
For always making him mad.
How to make him happy,
She just does not know.

He said just by being with him,
Makes him happy.
Yet,
She wonders.
Why does she always making mistakes,
That made him not happy?

She wonders,
Just by staying with him,
Is that enough?
Even though they quarrel every now and then,
And the recently more quarrels,
Just by staying,
Is he really happy?

Under the starry beautiful night,
The wind was blowing,
As if were to ask her to cheer up.
Listening to music for comfort,
Hugging his stuffed animal for console,
She stared into blank space,
And wondered.
How to make him truly happy?

Love Or Hate

She ponder,
She wonders,
She just couldn’t figure it out.
Why are some people,
Just so weird?

Are they out just to make her suffer?
Or are they just don’t like her?

They claim to love her,
They claim to care about her.
But their actions always seem otherwise.

Or perhaps,
Is her cold, frozen, barrier,
Just unable to feel their warmth radiating out?

She is not just cold,
Is years of these,
Made her built that icy barrier.

She is confused,
She is troubled,
On whether to love,
Or to hate?

Lucky for her,
Her heart is still beating and warm.
Because of her willpower,
And her newfound source of energy.
His love,
Made her heart feel so warm.
So warm,
That made her who she is now.
That made her felt as least someone cared.
That made her have something to hold onto.
That made her have something to look forward to.
That made her still alive in this cruel world.

Missing You

The night,
Has fallen to a deep sleep.
While I,
Just couldn’t stop thinking.
Memories flooded,
Into my head.
I wish,
That I could see you once again.

Sitting,
By the window.
Looking,
At the scenery outside.
I just,
Couldn’t stop thinking.
About,
The feeling of missing you.

The pain,
Of couldn’t see you everyday.
Do you,
Ever know that I’m thinking of you?
My head,
Is just filled with thoughts of you.
Right here,
Right now,
I’m missing you.

I wish,
My feelings of missing,
Will be,
Able to travel through wind.
And reach,
To the place that you are in.
All I,
Can say now is,
Missing you.

Thoughts

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Longing Autumn

She sat down at her usual seat in that café.
It was near the window,
And the view was magnificent.
The rows of fiery red trees,
Seemed to lighten up the usually darkened pathway.
She ordered her usual coffee,
And gaze longing at the scenery.

Her ice coffee came.
She slip a little,
And placed it gently back onto the table.
She looked up.
She looked at the seat opposite her.
An image of him formed in her mind.

He used to sit at that seat,
And drank that same coffee.
He would glance,
At the tress,
That lined neatly at two sides of the pathway outside.
Looking at it loving,
He would slip his coffee once in a while.

Thinking of him,
Tears became to roll down her cheeks.
One part of her wants to be strong.
Another part of her keeps crying because of missing him.
Yet,
Both parts of her wanted to see him again.
To stare at him,
While he dreamily,
Looked at that world beyond that window.

To others,
She appeared normal.
Laughing along with others,
Playing along with others,
Working hard along with others.
Yet,
Deep down inside her heart,
Have never spent a day without thinking of him.

The sun began to set,
Turning the sky into a gloomy red.
The wind blew,
Gently rustling the leaves of the trees.
Fallen leaves gracefully drift towards the ground,
Occasionally they will float upwards to the sky,
Like dancing in the air for her to see.
She took another slip of the coffee,
And watched it loving,
Waiting for him.

What is love?

What is love?
That binds beyond life on earth?
To all corners in a pair we fly.
Braving many a summer and winter.
Union is bliss, but parting such bitter sorrow.
Agony is intense for a lovelorn soul.
Oh give me a word.
Across the endless clouds.
Among mountains capped with snow.
Whither shall my lonesome shadow go?

Note: This is written by Yong Sheng

Awaiting

“The most hardest thing to do,
Is waiting.
So,
Come back safely,
For I am here waiting for you.”
Those words,
Was the last thing he heard from her.

He had unlock the icy barrier,
That held her true self within.
He had given her another meaning to live on.
They were happy that they had each other,
Despite the little differences.
They were peaceful,
But it was not for long.

War came,
And he was made into a soldier.
The peaceful days were gone,
And the years of waiting arrived.

He spend his remaining days in that town,
Trying his best to make sure she would be safe.
She spent her remaining days with him,
Trying her best to company him.

Yet every night,
She prayed the day of parting wouldn’t come.
However in her heart,
She knew that day would come no matter what.
So she wished,
That he would come back to her safely.

The day of parting had arrived.
Sadly,
She bid him goodbye.
She couldn’t bear to see him go,
But she knew she had to.

He wished she would not forget him.
Fighting back his tears,
He turned and left.

The sun began to set,
Turning the sky into a gloomy red.
She stood there,
With tears streaming down her cheeks,
Waiting for his return.

Wish

Her life was full of sadness and coldness.
Warmth in her life,
They just don’t come easily.
So,
When one tiny bit of warmth comes,
She hardly noticed.

Though till now,
There was warmth in her life.
However,
She did not know how.
She was clueless.
She was confused.
On how to make sure that tiny bit of warmth do not disappear.

Yet,
As the warmth grew more in her life,
She got more afraid.
She got more scared.
She had less confident.
She was frighten that every little conflict,
Will crumble that warmth.
She was scared that every little anger,
Will extinguish that warmth forever.

Because of her fears,
Every single day,
She was thankful that the warmth was still there.

She wishes.
She prays.
She hopes.
That her heart would never,
Be able to,
Suffer from coldness and sadness again.
And that,
The warmth would continue to stay and grow in her life,
Till the day she dies.

Forbidden Day

As the day draws to an end,
She waits patiently.
At last,
Night arrived.

To others,
That was the time to rest.
But for her,
It was the time for her music and life.
To others,
Day was their life.
Day was the time for their activities.
Yet for her,
It was the total opposite.

Music was her only escape,
Her escape to the daytime.
Her only way to express herself,
Was through the melodies of the night.

Her life began to change.
She began to see the brighter side of life.
She began to pursue her dreams.
After she confessed to him.
She had noticed him from her protected window.
Since then,
She had watched him everyday.
Few nights after her confession,
He confessed to her too.
That moment to her was so touching and happy,
That she cried.

She lived each day with optimistic.
Fighting against time to live on.
She said to her parents,
I will live on.
No matter how hard it seems,
I will strongly live on.
Knowing she had grown up,
Her parents shed tears of relief and happiness,
Not sadness.

However,
Life was short for her.
She died few days later,
After she sang a song.
That song was made into an album.
Belittle it may seems,
Yet it reached out to countless people.
Her music,
Will continue to live in people’s heart,
Forever.

Feelings Of Her Heart

What is this feeling?
Not expecting anything in return,
Yet longs for his approval.

Why does this feeling always make her confused?
She always wanted to see him.
Always want to be within his sight.
Always want to talk to him.
Always want to play around with him.
Always want to be a part of all his feelings.

Yet,
She always worries every small little thing for him.
Always afraid he might leave her someday,
And never come back.
She always fears she might trouble him.
Always afraid he wouldn’t call her.
Always afraid he wouldn’t meet her.
Always afraid he wouldn’t have the time to bother her again.

What is this feeling?
She couldn’t figure it out.
She had never experienced it before,
This kind of feeling,
That was trapped inside her heart.

One day.
Someone came and told her something.
She recalled all that feelings.
She thought quietly to herself.
Is this what they call,
True love?