Words do matter.

Our lives begin to end the day we become silent
about things that matter~ martin luther king
Words heal..
Words reassure..
Words express...

#25 It has always been him




It has always been him
The one who holds her heart

He lays there in oblivion, feeling unloved
And here she weeps in her sleep
Sands of time, falling since eternity

Awaiting the innocent moment of confession
Lying under the stars on sleepless nights
Wondering, staring at the criss-cross
Across her palms, where would they lead?
Years had flown since she waited at the bay
Sighs in surrender and dreams away

Beneath the layers of shyness and hesitation
Expression of unrequited lay buried in depths
Extinguished flames of hope pushed aside
Nests still, the warmth of his eyes

Years apart couldn't fade the passion
Over and inside, it empowers
Unstirred, always.. only time has ashened

Affixed on her heart was his name, engraved
Nights alone passed in dreams, enslaved
Kept safe the memories so tender
It has always been him
The one who holds her heart..