Art of Unrequited Love 

I’m nine hundred and fifty miles away.
Without any delay,
The thought of you has also traveled straight my way.
And they say,
Time helps the heart forget.
Yet we shared nothing that makes me ache.
Only my hope of being the one you yearn for.

© Duc Nguyen WordsOnEmptyEars, 2015

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Your poems are great. Your poems are your poems. Nobody should criticize your work for it meets your own standards. Thank you for your input on my combination of words but in the end of it all, we write to satisfy ourselves, not anyone else. I’ll be first to admit, I get negative comments from time to time and I’m just like really? Maybe it’s just my way of thinking, but that’s how I choose to see things, is it right or wrong? Well it’s right to me. So keep up your work, love the things you write, and always have a positive outlook on anything involving yourself. Thrive on your own emotions and thrive on yourself.

Live For Me

I want to talk to you,
but I have no hopes of reaching you.
I’m satisfied with the life you live,
it assures me that you’re doing okay,
with many of those around you.
Knowing that through your life,
you’ll be alright.
For me,
that sounds like life is nothing but right.

© Duc Nguyen WordsOnEmptyEars, 2016