I think I love you
But I would not tell you.
You have places to go
And I have eyes to meet.
Our desire part ways
In the crossroads.
Our love unties
As future stare at us.
What good will love bring?
When I need you,
Yet not want you.
When I love you,
Yet need to part you.
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©10/04/19 The Rendezvous Club
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We says things to people
In the hope to not lose them.
Then we end up losing them
Just because we said things to them,
In order to not lose them.
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©2/04/19 The Rendezvous Club
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If love was coffee
I’d add a bit more milk to mine
Being bitter is fine,
But not always
That’s not right.
If love was coffee
I’d stir the sugar nice
Until homogeneously mixed
Bitter on top, too sweet down bottom,
Now that’s horrible
Don’t you think.
If love was coffee
I’d have it twice
A cup in the morning
To be awake and
Another in the evening,
To stay awake
Not a drop more.
Can’t deal with insomnia!
If love was coffee
I don’t mind dying to soon
Because I had too many
too soon.
If love was coffee
I’d advise you,
Don’t start too young
Caffeine is not good for you.
If love was coffee
Arrgh! Who am I kidding,
Love isn’t coffee
It’s much worse than that.
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©31/03/19 The Rendezvous Club
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I don’t want to look
At the night sky anymore
Because I’m afraid,
Afraid to fall in love.
Why afraid? You ask.
The stars do twinkle brightly, my dear,
But don’t get close
They do burn as well.
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©26/03/19 The Rendezvous Club
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I have used a flower as a bandaid
To fill a hole in my heart
Expecting the stem and
The thorn to stitch the wound
Bitterly raw,
With all the pain
healing all the wound.
Can a flower grow roots
I do not know
But I wish they did
Because then they can grow
And be in my heart
Filling that hole
As long as I shall live.
Because I see that this wound won’t heal
And I wish that the flower would hide
The deformity of my heart from others and myself.
I have used a flower as a bandaid
To hide a hole in my heart.
©16/03/19 The Rendezvous Club
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We yearn for love
From centuries ago
The pure kind of one
We read on books,
From hundred years back.
But hundred years from now
People then will look back,
At us and our love
Just the way we have it now
And maybe they’ll think the same.
So now look into my eyes and say,
Do you see love?
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©15/03/19 The Rendezvous Club
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I had a plate of sadness for breakfast,
I had it with a glass of tears
Early, at six in the morning.
I chewed it throughly
Just like how I was taught in childhood
And swallowed it slowly.
I could hear my stomach protest to this,
The hate and rejection I had for dinner
Late at night was still undigested
In my stomach,
And my early breakfast
Wasn’t taken well.
My stomach growled and protested
And I could sense a sort of
Reverse peristalsis happening inside me.
Suddenly everything I had gulped down
Rushed back to my throat.
And it tasted something like overcooked depression,
Stubborn and rebellious to go down.
I could feel my oesophagus convulsing
Struggling to keep my words in it’s place.
They weren’t coming out nor going in,
So I just had another glass of tears,
Then they all went down
Leaving behind a metallic taste in my mouth
And a stench in my breath,
And then I went to bed
Like nothing happened
Like I was alright.
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©12/03/19 The Rendezvous Club
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