Wife, Husband

Verily, you are part of my ribs
Clothes for my body
Guide and guard you, I shall wit

Truly, I was incomplete just like you
Before we meet in the midst of lack
Trust you and remind you, i shall do

I couldn’t do all your wish
I couldn’t always keep what I promise
Forgive and forget, we better be

I will try to be enough even in drought
Thankful for presence and past
For that, smile and please you better are

I will

But why?

It is you and me believing in each other

It’s us, striving for the better

I love you

14th prompt of Napowrimo: Dialogue in Poetry


The Faults In Foul Soul



I stared,  I glared to the love that float

I listened for its swing

I demanded for it to shift

But i did nothing


the beauty was too overwhelming

until passive was active

delution made reaction that delete any realization

senseless and brainless, verily


they said to be or not to be

infact medieval quotes become irrelevant

for narsisstic mind on twentieth century

now is to be and always be


love is irresistable

as for heart is unmanageable

broken heart impose for trivial challange

commitment is presumed to keep balance


Obvious, the faults are in the sullied soul

that guilty for tedious dreams

that resist to stop sleeping in foul

to wake up and smell roses