Section 7: Star-Crossed Lovers

 

Prologue

With blood is this letter written

With a heart may this be returned

Lovebirds

Perched on a little tree branch

A pair of little lovebirds

A raven and a dove

A heaven on Earth

A couple living in two worlds

Bordered by a fine line

Drawn by distance

Yet parted by time

Perhaps tomorrow, or the day after

But not today

For if it’s meant to be, dear

Then it shall stay

We Can Still Love Each Other

If love is punishable by death

At least we can love each other until our very last breaths

Even if the entire universe is against us

We’ll still have each other throughout all the adventures

If love is indeed a crime

Then I want to forever be your partner-in-crime

But if our love is doomed to fail

Who am I to deny that love is not a fairy tale

That Makes the Two of Us

You said you loved the book but certainly not the movie

And disliked the actors but not the characters or story

You told me you preferred tea to coffee, and cacti to roses

Well, that makes the two of us

You hated yourself but then loved her at the same time

And loved poetry but only when the poems rhyme

You liked the lyrics but hated the music and the chorus

Well, that makes the two of us

Yet no matter how many similarities we had

There are things—like our feelings—that could not be shared

For we may live similar life and breathe the same air

But are too ideal for this world for a love affair

You Exist

Seeing you again

Is meeting yet another dead end

I can barely make out the line between regret and relief

Upon realising that you exist

I’ve killed you off in the story

That I made up in my mind

So how are you still alive

Or am I hallucinating?

I had broken free from your spell

And had a taste of freedom

I thought that I’d found my way back

I was and felt at home

But now you got me rerunning in full circle

Falling back into old vicious cycle

You send me on a tiring ride around exitless roundabout

Round and round I go with no way out

I already got you off my mind

But now you fill up its space rent free like you used to

Oh, I have avoided you, I have tried to

But I guess this world’s just too small for us

Crush

Love the thrill

Love the rush

Love the way I feel

Love the little crush

Love the little spark

A flash in the dark

Ember in the summer

Till the moons of winter

If the ice will melt

And the fire will die

May it not be too late

For us to say goodbye

Remind me of that day we met

Remember well this farewell

Never forget the memories we made

The chapter of You and I

Tomorrow

You came along

Between rain and shine

But, alas

Rainbow wasn’t made to last

You’ll slip through my fingers

And one day slip my mind

But please remember me even after tomorrow

For it is our last

This lovely wind that passes

Is a sign of a looming storm

Come

Bring these memories and this pining pain along

Though I doubt

It can take away these heavy feelings

For I liked you yesterday

And I’ll like you forevermore

Song

Now won’t you listen again to my song?

You used to listen to it all lonely night long

I guess I’m no longer your favourite genre

My music now a pain rather than pleasure to your ear

Maybe my lyrics have already lost their meanings

You over repeated it from mornings to evenings

Perhaps all the while I’d been foolishly wrong

You needed a soul, not some stupid song

A Poet and A Painter

He was the words, she was the picture

Oh, are they not perfect together?

She’d read him whilst he’d gaze at her

One a poet, another a painter

Star-crossed lovers are bound to fail

But they complemented each other!

Well, ideal is but meant for fairy tale

And we live in Shakespeare’s literature

The Strangers We’ve Become

We aren't strangers, are we?

So near yet so far we are...or is it just me?

What more am I expecting and asking for?

Perhaps those hopeful nights from the days of yore

It feels it's been longer than forever

When we first and last knew each other

Could it have been only a dream of mine?

For the past feels so distant, almost non-existent

Yesteryear

I can't be the only one who remembers

The best part of our movie from yesteryear

Now when did we begin to become strangers

How can we pretend we're not as close as we were 

I hate to say I'm a little bit offended

By the way I've been differently and indifferently treated

I understand I was never the best of companion

But just know I shall be around if you ever need one

Epilogue

To love is to let go

For to live is to grow