Where to Begin

Where do I begin?
Where all I thought was magic became tragic.
Where do I begin?
Where all the excitement became panic.

I came across with a lot of men;
Came to know each one of them.
Some tried to capture my heart;
I can't deny, most of them have thrived.

I was caught off guard with some eyes;
I fell madly deeply in love, but it was a trap.
Touched by their thoughtfulness flattery care;
But yeah! They're like that with every woman they've met.

I was intoxicated by what they called love;
But at the end, I always question, "Was it love?"
Fascinated with what they tried to provide;
My God! It was only during at the start.

I met all the butterflies inside of me;

Can't forget all their flattery remarks dropped for me.

They sang me a song which became my favorite music to hear;

Thank God! They never finished singing it all for me.

Some even tried to dance just to make me laugh;

Saying my laughter was the best part.

They didn't know my happiness is not hard to find;

But I thank them for the effort, here's my high five!

I received roses that reflected their feelings;

I forgot to tell, I buy myself flowers every week.

But I always leave the best things for them to discover;

Sadly, they never found what I wanted to be discovered.

I can still remember the feeling like it was meant to be;
Forgetting all his flaws and loved him every inch.
But what was meant to be was not always as it is;
It became meant to be because I let myself believed it was it.

I was lied to, betrayed, left alone and shattered finely inside;
I started thinking what true love really feels like.
I asked myself what am I truly looking in a man;
"I am searching beyond infinity, a love so unconditionally."

But, I still don't know how and when to be sure;
That what I found was the one I've been praying, and is pure.
I still don't know that old feeling they keep telling me;
But maybe, if he's truly the one, he'll lead me where to begin.

                                                                        -Laezee

Who Are You

 Who Are You

My heart is not closing;
It is still open and waiting;
Not just for a tingling feeling;
But a tingling that is sparkling.

My soul keeps asking for a spark;
That only a soulful act can start.
Earthly things are becoming shady and dull;
It needs something beyond our sense of touch.

My mind as well is thinking:
"Where is the other half of my being?"
I hope he is not lost wandering;
But I still believe that he is up for something.

Something I've been waiting to have;
Something I am truly meant to have,
From someone who has been praying for me to have.
Oh Love of my life, who art thou?

                                               -Laezee

Wither or Grow

 

Wither or Grow

Pain is inevitable;

Pain is unforgettable.

We cannot hide from it;

We cannot run from it.

Pain runs through our veins,

It kills everything that felt like haven.

Pain colors everything with black and blues,

It makes anyone felt like they have no use.

But one should muster oneself and choose:

"Will you use it for you to grow?

Or let it make you wither as a whole?"

So, you choose.

                                                        -Laezee