I Still

I still think of you whenever I look at the moon
I still remember you whenever I hear our song
I still write your name on the window’s moist
I still yearn to hear your voice

I still look for you in the crowd
I still see myself waking up in your arms
I still read your horoscope after I read mine
I still pine since I’ve lost you in my life

I still imagine our life together
I still wonder what you are doing every hour
I still think of you as my true love
I still wish at 11:11 to have you back

I still hate you for depleting my core
I still miss you even after all the torture
I still feel messed up when it comes to you
I still feel my stomach churn when I think of you

I still try to forget you
I still try to let go
I still love you
But I’m trying real hard not to.

– M.R.A.

When?

Something has struck my depth,
Trying to clear the blur
Only one thing’s for sure,
It’s because of the world that seems no cure.

A while ago,
While walking on the streets with ego,
Watching all those strangers,
Scattering around, forming a bunch of crowd.

I like what I see,
Colorful things like skirts and tees,
Fruits, foods, concretes, toys,
And children with face of glee.

It’s cheering me up,
Not until I saw a family
That pictures the meaning of poverty
They are called homeless, panhandler, or beggar.
Asking for a few help, food, and money.

They’re full of emotions
With lack of hope in their situations.
Their face are tired and hungry,
A perfect shot of scarcity,
Looking them will make you feel sorry.

That scene tore me apart,
Conscience sprung in my heart,
It made me think of what I always think,
The world is so unfair.
How I wish everyone is even
Where everybody lives like heaven.

– M.R.A.