Lily Pot

She reminded me of a red crane

With a flock of white Doves
Flying in the light blue skies,

Apparent like luminous creatures
Wiggling in the dark blue sea,

A voice louder than a siren
From a town way back,

Her peculiar porcelain skin
Reminds me of a milk fish,

I saw mealies along the regression

Like her hair as soft as corn silk.

Why popping on my mind more often?

Fragile is my mind when she hit it,

Stopping it is so impossible,

I want an answer

How her eyes made this focused heart?

She is like Medusa

Deadly and can turn anyone to stone,

Still, looking at her eyes, oh so clairvoyant,

Hiding behind her Noynoy glasses,

As much as I hid this sprouting uncanny emotion.

Replica of her may exist,

But how genuine she could be?

She have these remarkable qualities

That could magnetize every male being

And eventually evolves into addiction.

I never reached that part, yet.

'Coz staying away was the best option.

Never to disturb the inactive that is present.

Strange, mysterious future, it might be

But its a next day that I never wished to see.

I never wanted to become a clay pot
Every time I'm with her.

And never would have I wanted this page again,

But time took control of the situation,

Like the wind that carry a leaf to places,

Like the water that carry lilies to far away,

To a place where I never thought I'd be right now.

She might have stolen my heart from the darkness,

But that did not include my brain.

She spoke to me like we knew each other so much. 

I never thought that this…

(sigh)

That this...

Could reach this far from the first time I saw her big red lips.

Striker of a big weird emotion.

I am now in a situation where me versus my emotions,

And this really produces a feeling of overflowing liquid
Each time this device pumps.

I could not carry the friction inside,

Not in your existence.

And as time goes farther,
it causes collision slowly progressing, 

I wanted to tell her,
I don't want to look for somebody else,

'Coz I think I already found someone
Who would remind me of the past.

Someone who would remind me of the light.

You don't know how much I wanted to go,

I wanted to peel off our page

I wanted to jump into other lilypad,

So I won't see you.

'Coz this story should never have been written a million of years ago,

It  should have a quality control,

'Coz we weren't on the same page this time...

(Peeling off this page)

I may have liked her but I am not ready to get hurt,

Well, who is?

Neither do I wanted someone to get hurt likewise.

I am so happy she came,

Although it was for a little time,

It sprouted to be an enormous impact to my world.

It is her why I remain strong

I thank her for that.

Believe me, I mean it.

This should end as my trip to Dagupan ends.

I know.

'Coz it should.

jJBly, draft

May 30, 2012