poems

I want someone who…

Today I witnessed the union of my beloved sister and her beau.

And there was Cupid reminding me of his magical arrow and bow.

I just happen to get jealous for a minute,

Thinking how my heart will be hit

By someone who’ll

See my pieces as a whole;

By someone who I want

To accept my already tattooed heart,

Broken by hopes and promises,

Beating dreams of passionate kisses.

But I think Cupid’s too engaged 

To calculate, measure and gauge

The heart of those who are more shattered than mine

The heart of those drowned and battered in those bottles of wine.

Or maybe he’s just too busy

Searching, finding “that” fish in the sea

For he’s obedient who listened well to God

So he keeps waiting for that fish to bite his fishing rod.

Oh, sorry I merely forgot

He’s using fishing rod, not.

For he’s one of those gods who vey well know

Whom I pray for a golden arrow and a silvery bow

To shot that someone who

I’ll be proud to call  my boo

He knows I want someone who

Who’ll saturate my raging hue

He is that someone who’ll fancy

The universe in my eyes,

The dreams that shine,

The passion inside,

The truth I barely hide,

The hurts that subside,

The pains in my fine,

That in my eyes, a lot coincide

But he’ll still look at me for I am his pride.

And yes I am searching for him

In the brightest of light and in the darkest dim

So God, calm my curious and impatient heart

For I know Cupid’ll be exhausted for the challenge you and I gave is hard.