Delicate

I'm as delicate as a flower yet I'm as harsh as harsh can be
I look like a butterfly yet sting like a bee
I can be smooth as smooth can be but yet just as rough
I'm delicate but I don't carry myself like I'm breakable
I'm not glass so I don't break
I'm not sugar or salt so I don't melt
Bu who I am is: The delicacy of my mother,The pride of my father... the list goes on... But I am never that flower whom you say have an odor
For you see I have a scent
I tingle your nose with my scent
My scent you quite can't put a word to it
I'm a delicate flower that doesn't wither away so easy

Unspoken

I've set my foot down on the things I want to accomplish
I've shed a lot of tears for all the mountains I've climb
The ones I've lost most dear to my heart...
They are unspoken
But they are written on a tablet in my heart
Forever engraved in my memory
Gone but never forgotten..
Unspoken but yet felt through the words I write of you
I will let the whole world know now that i've gained the courage to speak your name without a tear
Unspoken but yet known...
I love you and no one can ever take your places..
R.I.P Mom and Dad

Illusion

Sitting having a conversation about my writing
When I write I try to disguise as much as possible
See the things is I only want my audience to see what I want them too
That's what most writers do
They want you to figure out what's real and what's not
Writing is a form of illusion to me because you only see what is presented to you nothing more or less
My writing is an illusion
but sometimes read between the lines...
You will discover...

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I stand on the porch...hands on my face
waiting for his lean figure to appear outta the sun
Sweet summer night we await
Never wanting to depart
for "parting is such sweet sorrow"
As the rain fall my tears blend in
As times goes by though it fly by too fast
I wish I can suspend time
'Cause I'm so mesmerize by your beautiful brown eyes
Look in my eyes and you'll see shooting stars
That only happens when i look at you