Mai's Perception

I

Shape it round, heart, or man, color it black or brown.

Rough in texture, could be soft or brittle as you bite.

Some are sweet; some are salty and bitter,

And when you eat it, it’s like you escape from reality.

II

Like a love, in a man’s heart, is shaped round,

Like a love that has rough roads to pass,

Like a love that could be sweet and bitter,

Like a love that could bring change in reality.

III

With the cookies, you see the world light,

As you bite, and when the chocolate melt inside your mouth,

It is like you have been caressed by your only love.

The positivity it gives,

Brings you back to where you really live in.

IV

And like in love that you had been excited about,

The love that you crave to have,

The fragrance that you longed to smell,

The savor of those delightful kisses.

V

But when you hunger for more the faster it gone,

When you eat a lot, the faster you got full,

And not all that you could nibble will be the same first bite,

Not all cookies are the same, not even in sight.

VI

But your love, like your cookies,

Your love that would never fade,

Your love that others would ever find,

But not all could appreciate of what you’ve got.

VII

And you never get tired of giving your best,

The best care that you could ever lent,

And you never care even though they hurt you,

You will always continue to be the same cookie that people love to.

VIII

But things will be alright when morning rise,

Each day is your chance to stand and move on.

Each day is your reason to smile and see the light,

Each day is your chance to learn and love again,

These days that would have you eat another cookie to regain.

IX

It is better to love and lost, that not to love at all,

It’s good to have failure and learn from it,

Because weeping may endures for a night,

But joy comes in the morning.

X

You have to forgive and forget,

And you have to accept every single thing,

Though it is in favor or not,

Moving on starts with acceptance.

XI

Never been confused of where to begin,

Look back at the past to know where you lack,

Fill those spaces of what it really need,

And never got vain of what you had seen.

XII

Time heals everything, but big scars last,

Time would let you realize what you have blinded about,

That not all you have held and grabbed is yours,

Time would let you see where your destiny falls

XIII

Start a new good story, write it all,

Let what you had before a good guide for tomorrow,

Never ever be afraid of rejection,

Not all people could give you a full attention.

XIV

Write the first chapter with good flashback,

But carve the second one with a good action plans,

And while you are writing grab some cookie,

Like grabbing another opportunity to be loved endlessly.