Te Amo

Love is not a cage.
Nor a place to resent.
Yet, we choose to be encaged.
We choose to suffer.

Then hatred sets us free.
It makes us fly.
So, we care no more.
We love less.

But we misunderstood.
It is attachment that pains.
Liberty is never hatred.
Self love is beautiful.


Bus Love

Riding a bus is like love.

Quick when not in a hurry.
Stuck in traffic when tired.

An endless battle when it rains.
Sad when you missed it.
Worse, if you took the wrong one.

Travel might be long.
Road might be rough.

But surely,
It will bring you home.