Not Yet

Not Yet

A Poem by ThisVia

This is not a lovestory

Or maybe it is

Just not the usual

For this do not have

A happy ending, not yet

Music was there

She was contemplating

You can put it that way

Approaching noon

Coffee’s cold

And she was bored

She had this thought

That maybe

If maybe, she had more

More courage

Less fear

Would she have?

Nah, maybe never

But she never tried

Contemplating

Thinking

Looking at the sky

Well maybe she would have

If she was just..

She was curious

She was immature

She was impatient

She have told him

Held his hands

Greeted him back

She had the right words to say

And she never regretted it,

Even if it did not end

The way she wanted

Courage was built

Slowly she have started thinking

So when another one came

It started without notice

And ended later than she thought

For she knew what to do

She was not afraid

She was happy

Heartbeats doubled

She never regretted it,

Even if it did not end

The way she wanted

At present,

She still never would have

She had but she learned

She had and still have

Many possibilities

But I wouldn’t know, for

Music was there

I contemplated

You can put it that way

Approaching noon

Coffee’s cold

I was bored

I had this thought

That maybe

If maybe, I had more

More courage

Less fear

Would I have?

Nah, maybe still never

But I never tried

Contemplating

Thinking

I look at the sky

Well maybe I would have

If I was just…

Curious, immature

And impatient
Yet,

I was curious

I was immature

But I am patient

But then again,

This is not a lovestory

Or maybe it is

Just not the usual

For this do not have

A happy ending,

Not yet

 

© 2015 ThisVia


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ThisVia
ThisVia

Ormoc City, Region VIII, Philippines



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Half-awkward, half- crazy, Loves flowers, not just rose, inclined to poetry and sometimes prose more..

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A Poem by ThisVia