Charnen Postrano Poems

I'M SORRY, I LOVE YOU

I fell into a trap in the wilderness.
Broke my bones and was full of bruises.
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The vastness of the surface is silent.
The moon is shining above while the air is singing its tune.
Melancholy, melancholy song the choir sang.
The song is far away but my heart resonated with pain.
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I used to love, love songs.
Dancing to the music while seeing sparks fly whenever I play it.
I used to love, love songs,
Because I always thought about you.
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As I gaze at the moon, I can only think about your eyes.
I still remember the time when I was fantasize by your gaze.
And when I first saw you I heard Taylor Swift singing enchanted.
'I was enchanted to meet you, ' she sang—I couldn't agree more.
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As I walked the halls with a frowning face.
I started thinking of how we should've dance with grace.
As the time past by I am slowly losing chances.
Should I give up? Or should I stay like this forever?
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Thee be the one whom is treasured for a long time.
For he, is loved by a poet whose inks are tide.
My love for thee is like a never-ending battle.
Battle for life; a battle for love.
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Everyone is appreciating the moon; here I am, appreciating the stars.
Stars that shine on its own, twinkling at its finest besides the glowing moon.
My eyes twinkles along with the stars, not minding the crowd less mound.
For it can never pull me towards the crowded waters in the Nile.
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'mi amor' a Spanish word for my love.
A love that can change the world and the men
Even the said song; sang by group of dove.
Endlessly dancing—ought to stay at dim.
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As I sat on top of the chair,
I didn't realize that I was fading,
My body is slowly diverting into a soul that the naked eyes can't see.
Pain, heavy eyes, shredded heart; eating my system into the ground.
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I hereby declare that my love for thy is the truth;
Absurd only in the eyes of the peasants in this kingdom.
A love so sweet like a fantasy, dancing with the fireflies with my prince.
In love, we were so in love, that the witches were jealous.
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