Izmar Poem by Aljon Dimalanta

Meeting you in summer is cool
And I know that I'm such a fool
Really, 'cause I let myself drool
In your smiles, feeling like crazy,
Zombie, dead- without you, lazy,
And each day can't just feel cozy.
Let me write this poem for you dear,
Maybe it's hard, 'cause I really fear;
Every word asks you to be here,
Near me I guess but it's so much
Cause it never went easy, such
Irony I feel with your touch
Oh, should I let go of your hand?
Now should I be selfish and stand
Voiceless and just flow in the grand,
In the grand darkness of regret-
Closing my eyes cause of the threat,
Ending singing in mellow fret?
No I would not be in the run,
Take me now girl and like the sun
Embrace my heart and be the one.