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JK Cabresos Oct 2012
In order to find true love,
you don't have to taste
all the coffees in the world,
just wait for that coffee of yours
to cool down
and then just drink it;
you never know,
it tastes better than others.
Respect girls before loving them.


© 2012
JK Cabresos Oct 2012
Eyes were poisoned by these incurable tears,
lost in a vivid imagery of how we used to be ---
you used to be the angel of my dreams;
reviving the past, finding a relief for myself,
leaving those memories; I can forget you soon ---
only if I will drown my sorrows
at the depths of acceptance in every truth.

"I can move on", "I can wait for her, even forever"
"There's no problem it's her choice anyway",
"Maybe someday I can find someone too",
"May God bless their love story",
"Hope her lover would never hurt her",
Yes! I uttered words which sound so beautiful,
but honestly, I lied, only to hide from people.

Well, you know what hurts me
the most right now?

It's your SMILE...

...because I know it's not for me anymore.
© 2012
JK Cabresos Oct 2012
I hope someday
my undying love
will be able
to entice you again,
in order to escape
this heart of mine
which have devoured
by corroded pain.
© 2012
JK Cabresos Sep 2012
Forget heartaches.
Simply smile.
Show up.
Let go.
Enjoy life.
Never pretend.
Remember forgiveness.
You may also visit my blog: http://penned-words.blogspot.com/
© 2012
JK Cabresos Sep 2012
I will not find a person better than you.
Instead, I will find a better me,
for maybe a better me
will attract a better you, someday.
© 2012
JK Cabresos Sep 2012
I thought leaving her
would send you back to me.
© 2012
JK Cabresos Sep 2012
That every feeling was just a "fool's gold",
and it's better to bury it again,
for I'm tired of being head in the sand in love;
I will return those hills and mountains
which we both have moved together,
like every step on that wonderful horizon
must not be anymore seen,
like every ocean of tears which drowned
and killed these eyes must now rejoice.
When you do expect winning her hand again,
or somehow those old feelings,
you might be lost, heart withered,
with this thing we called pain...

Goodbye my beloved anonymous.
You may also visit my blog: http://penned-words.blogspot.com/
© 2012
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