Emalina Poem by Maya Hanson

I remember
writing for you
a thousand hours ago…
overflowing hearts,
carefree rhymes,
a dash of things not said.

I read your song
over and over again,
just to keep you
in my head.

But at least
That was a song.
This is just
Letters thrown together
on a page.

Writing for you
will just waste my time…
So I'll cry for you,
Emalina,
till you come round again.

I'll fall
A thousand times
Just to risk it

I'll kiss
A thousand times
Just to try

I want to know
if this is real
if I'm in it

I want to paint
with airplane wings
in the sky

So I'll cry for you,
Emalina,
till you come round again.


Emalina,
I might not be
what you wished for
But I'm all you have
right now.

If you turn on me
forever…
the door slamming
to you
it's just another sound.

Bells in the twilight,
voices intertwined
A lonely
Heart at midnight
hoping it hasn't
closed for good.

Emalina,
I don't want to be
a love song.
I don't even want to be
your love song.
I just want to be me.


So I'll cry for you,
Emalina,
till you come round again.