Welcome to my poetry blog!

I am a twenty-four brown-eyed Aruban wanderer;
forever questioning where I'm going
and where I've been.
And when I'm not reading,
I'm writing. When I'm not writing, I'm reading.

Furthermore, writing has always been my
way of captivating a deep thought, grief,
lost love, depression and even hatred (sometimes).

Feel free to read and comment on my weird,
puzzling, obsessive, reckless and sometimes
confusing poems. It's all about what you
interpret from them that gets me buzzin'!

Thank you and have fun reading y'all.

-Lily Clarisa

Saturday, June 29, 2013

One Syllable

One Syllable
Some days I wake up with your name on my lips;
just one syllable,
And my heart aches for days.

Some days I dream of your long hair;
Prettier than mine,
And I wake up smiling.

Some days I daydream about our days together;
flashes of laughter and love,
And find myself twirling the ring on my finger.

Some days I lie around thinking of you;
how bittersweet it still is,
And you must probably loathe me – with;

Just one syllable.

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