ONLY MINE

Lying alone in this room,

with our song continuously playing.

Here comes my heart bleeding.

longing for your heart I once owning.

Tears suddenly fell uncontrollably.

As I remember the moments we once shared.

Your hands fit snugly on mine.

As we walk, as you sing our song with all your heart.

To grow old together.

Build a happy and simple family.

Appreciate life’s beauty with each other’s arms.

These were our dream, before.

Suddenly, everything changed.

You broke my heart.

Shattered my dreams.

You left me, all because of her.

Now I don’t know where to start.

‘Coz everywhere I go, all I could think of, is you.

Your smile, warm hug, and sweet kisses.

All these I can’t forget.

‘Coz you will always be…my “only mine”.

By: Cecille Chavez

H.A.P.P.Y.

How can a guy like you be so insensitive?

To ignore my pain, tears, and wishes.

Maybe you’re just a natural sweet person.

You can’t feel my hurt, because of your doings.

A day without seeing your face,

makes me miss you like crazy.

You’re like a drug to me.

So hard to forget, I can’t resist.

People say I’m a martyr.

Yes, I am. I won’t deny that.

You’re not worthy for me, they say.

But it’s funny, ‘coz in my eyes you’re near perfect.

Poor me for being dumped many times.

That I cried so much, to feel damn numb.

My pride finds it hard to accept the truth.

That for the fourth time, it seems I’ll fail again.

You may just laugh at me with these.

But believe me; it takes a lot of courage.

I’m a looser, I know.

But I will never surrender. ‘Coz I love you.

By: Cecille Chavez

Do I Have the Right?

You treated me so special.

You always manage to make me smile.

You showed me you truly care.

So, do I have right to say you’re mine?

You told me you’re in love.

You said she’s a special girl close to your heart.

You didn’t mention her name.

So, do I have the right to assume it’s me?

I’m starting to doubt.

I asked your friends about this.

To my dismay, I found out it’s not me.

Now, do I have the right to be hurt this much?

She’s pretty, smart, and talented.

She’s famous in our school.

She’s lucky to have it all, especially your attention.

Do I have the right to get mad and be jealous with her?

I’m just your little sister, you said.

I’m nothing compare to her.

You said you’ll wait to her, no matter what.

Do I have the right to stop assuming?

Now I’m writing this poem to let you know.

That I’m also waiting for you.

That I’m still hoping we can be more than what we have.

That I love you enough to endure the pain.

But I just want to ask you,

Do I really have the right?

By: Cecille Chavez