When I write my novel
I would only write reality
and the truth that
when you lost someone in the family
doesn't mean their
reunited after the last chapter
the chapter that I found my pen's
struggling with his ink.
Chubby,
what do you do there in heaven?
I'm scared to know
and scared not to know
Do you play with bubbles all the time
or make the clouds your
cotton candies cooked by
the sun
under the rainbow festival?
But it's okay.
I just wish you happiness
far more than
the kind of happiness my pen can write.
Be happy and peaceful for us.
When I write my Novel
I will write about me
and my twinsister laughing so hard with
our baby/childhood pictures
When you miss everything
Memories hurt you with
wounds that become reopened
by memories
that will also
cure and close the pain.
Because life is but a memory
I remembered when I slept I was 18.
But I woke up I was 9
I slept again
I was 12
Everything piled up
in the shelves
of my heart
And my heart
is a novel.
My heart is a Novel
I hope I can have all the golden time to
write my novel
I hope not to forget my heart
besides my pen and paper
When I write my novel
Memories!
my heart would yell
When I write my novel
Memories!
My heart would yell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem