"life can be heavy, especially when you try to carry it all at once"
(I)
i miss the old *you*
I thought, we're gonna have so much fun today,
I thought it was going to be the best day,
I thought it was going to be the day written with golden words,
didn't we?
But it turned out to be quite a contradict,
It was you rambling about *him* the whole time,
We were in the cafe and you said "let's order his favorite
pizza",
and what about us?
"this is his favorite place to come and sit"
this is his favorite drink",
this is the place we last kissed",
you have fallen in love,
so hard, so fast that you have forgotten our favorite pizza!
our favorite drink,
i remember,
It always used to be we we, we
but now it's never with me,
i miss the old "you and me" .
- you can say what you like, but see i would've died for it.
(II)
little things
little things ,
i love when life acts so alluring ,
so beautiful when-
a stranger smiles at you for no reason ,
and you'd smile back too,
so beautiful when-
the little kids wave their hands at you,
and the way you wave it back too,
so beautiful when-
the stray dog is hungry for love from you,
and you'll hug him so hard and he'll come too,
cause life is so magical when-
little things become so precious to you.
-life is magical, it always has been.
(III)
replaceable
i have always struggled with the thought of how replaceable I am to people ,
that to some people I'm not more than a lesson ,
not more than a lesson of how best friends turned to strangers,
and how strangers become lovers,
and again into a stranger ,
the thought that for some people I'm just "that person" they talk about ,
that some people don't even remember my name ,
that if for a second i am happy with life ,
Life finds its way to snatch it away from me,
Takeaway the happiness from me,
the will to live away from me,
that is how replaceable I'm even to me.
- not everyone will understand,and it's okay .
(IV)
organs
Isn't it magical
How heart, though hurt and bruised,
still pumps life, a rhythm infused.
Broken a million times,
yet it beats to life's sweet chimes.
It pumps blood to vital parts,
so you can walk, talk, and embrace life's arts.
Isn't it magical how?
Lungs aiding breath,
So you can run so fast,
in the magical symphony, a life contrast.
isn't it magical how?
Eyes behold a world so bright,
blues, reds, yellows, and greens in sight.
Isn't it magical how-
Ears attuned to that one early morning bird's call,
wind whispers, ocean waves enthrall.
Isn't it magical how
Nose senses the burning ashes,
favorite food, stories yet untold.
Isn't it magical how
Skin feels the cold, warmth, and the slap pain,
a symphony of life's refrain.
If organs strive for a life so divine,
why give up on this magical design?
So step right up, grab your things anew,
make your life magical, a journey true.
- isn't it magical how you are alive and breathing now?
"hold on,
i promise there is more
more goodness
more smile
more life. "