Today, I...

By sulatkamay

Diary, I wrote a poem for someone… I’m just not sure whether my feelings can be felt in this poem. Can you pretend to be that person, then tell me what you think… ehem.

Would it be alright if I’d love you?

Love, and the crazy romantic phrases

People talked so much about

Turned out to be my life.

I don’t know why

I didn’t know when it started.

But day by day - they turned out to be completed

When you smile at me.

I’d just want to embrace you

So badly that as if

One hug could make all

The awkwardness of attempting to, worthwhile

I want to hold your hand

I want it to tightly hold mine

I want your hand to feel how much

My heart decided to hold on to you

These stupid feelings seem to fill my days

Can’t even go by an hour

Without thinking of you

Is this really what they call love?

I am happy when I am with you

That no matter where we go

My world seem to follow

My world seemed to be you.

Lately I have been troubled by these emotions

Would it be alright if I’d love you?

That I’d want nothing more

Than your hand and smile

If this is what they call love

Then perhaps,

You can call me a man in love

However foolish I might sound now.

Is it okay if I say that I love you?

Is it okay if my heart could shout nothing else?

Diary, how was it? How can you talk? How can you tell me that it wasn’t good? Eh?

Still, no matter how I force myself into believing that I am not, nothing else could justify how I have been feeling. Well I guess I am, diary, don’t you think love is a funny thing? It makes people talk to their diaries, and feel good. It’s funny being in love. I can’t even think straight, and I don’t seem to mind.

Well, I’ll talk to you tomorrow diary, I hope by then, you’re not the only diary that knows my love.