I miss seeing this from my window;

like my dad's favourite plate says...

"I'd rather be in Hawaii."

Aye aye captain.

I'm easy to please,
all I need is a getaway.

Conclusion

Even if my heart is smashed into a million little pieces,
I will still love you.
.
.
.
I don't know if that makes me romantic or just plain sad.

Is love subjective?

Is it subjected to who gains, who loses?
Is it subjected to the hours one puts in,as we do at work,overtime pays more?
Is it subjected to comparison like our mothers do so with our grades, among their friends?
If love should be subjected to anything at all,
then it is not love.
If at any moment it can be compared against or renders a second opinion,
then it is not love.

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It was a bitter night.
I dreamt I was all alone.
I woke up to realise that I am all alone.
I have realised that I am not so strong after all.

wondering...

why she's so hardworking when her pay cannot afford anything she owns.
That's just the lazyass in her who wants to sleep till 10am,talking.

Hide & seek;
We chase butterflies.
Why even bother?
Cause love is more than this moment.
10,000 moments, even more.

Find me,don't lose me.
Hide & seek;
the games that we used the play.
Engraved eternality in my heart,
remember what we said.

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Poetry and its depth.