PHOENIX :)
I am to craft a thousand
Paper cranes for you, my love
I will spend afternoons
With my heart out in hand
To shape figures
That might fly me high
And far into my never landNo more can I wait
For the stars, my love
For the night to once again lure me
Into the abyss of dreams that deceive
I will wish for you now
Upon the lifeless birds I am holding
Within my very palm
And wait for the thousand
To hopefully bring you back to meNo, my love
This time your name will not stain the paper
The silence, perhaps
Of the creases and the folds
And my breath upon them
Will suffice for my cries of agony
And make my wish come trueBut I am just a paper crane in your eyes
Am I not, my love?
I am only a fabrication
Whose flight won’t ever make it
Even halfway into your heart
My wings are made only of parchment
My body, just as frail as the wind
A thousand of me will not be enough
To let God give me youSo for you, my love
I’ll choose to be like the phoenix
I will burn myself
To rise from the ashes
I will be a melancholic memory
A myth cursed by solitude and immortality
I will kill myself and let you go
So that I can love you from this far
And live to die to love you again
In the embers of the paper cranes
And of the poem
You will burn unreadI’m sorry, my love
I guess I will still be making you
A thousand paper cranes after allHMMM?
Blue Heights! :) Sorry I just had to reblog. Hi fellow kulasa! Nagulat lang ako; I was actually the one who made this (sadista). HAHAHA.
Thanks for making my day. :)
PHOENIX :)
I am to craft a thousand
Paper cranes for you, my love
I will spend afternoons
With my heart out in hand
To shape figures
That might fly me high
And far into my never landNo more can I wait
For the stars, my love
For the night to once again lure me
Into the abyss of dreams that deceive
I will wish for you now
Upon the lifeless birds I am holding
Within my very palm
And wait for the thousand
To hopefully bring you back to meNo, my love
This time your name will not stain the paper
The silence, perhaps
Of the creases and the folds
And my breath upon them
Will suffice for my cries of agony
And make my wish come trueBut I am just a paper crane in your eyes
Am I not, my love?
I am only a fabrication
Whose flight won’t ever make it
Even halfway into your heart
My wings are made only of parchment
My body, just as frail as the wind
A thousand of me will not be enough
To let God give me youSo for you, my love
I’ll choose to be like the phoenix
I will burn myself
To rise from the ashes
I will be a melancholic memory
A myth cursed by solitude and immortality
I will kill myself and let you go
So that I can love you from this far
And live to die to love you again
In the embers of the paper cranes
And of the poem
You will burn unreadI’m sorry, my love
I guess I will still be making you
A thousand paper cranes after allHMMM?
Blue Heights! :) Sorry I just had to reblog. Hi fellow kulasa! Nagulat lang ako; I was actually the one who made this (sadista). HAHAHA.
Thanks for making my day. :)
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