Even Before I Got My First Heartbreak, I've Given Up On Love

Even before I got my first heartbreak
I've given up on love.
It is but an illusion, a fantasy
made by the hopeless for delusional idiots.
"Goodbye," I say to the one who's coming
even before he arrives.
Love is a fantasy
for those seeking true love's kiss
from a prince on a horse.
It is a fantasy, a bittersweet fantasy
of every little girl inside the heart
of women in ball gowns
wishing they were wearing glass slippers.
So I bid true love goodbye.
But in silent nights, I think
About true love's kiss
and the prince about to come.
I, then, must have an idiot living inside my heart.

Dear Tablo

They say words have wings
So I whisper to the wind,
Hoping that my letter would turn into a paper crane.
Blobby, you are the poet that weaves
words into beautiful soliloquy.
Your rhymes sets the rhythm
Reverberating to my heartstring,
Rap, then, becomes just like singing.
The performer, the artist, the father, the son ---
You are greatness rolled into one
And even in your darkest, you shine as bright as the sun.
You are not just an idol from K-nation
but an artist in its truest definition;
hence, you deserve a standing ovation.
I look up to you and aspire to be just like you
Capable of doing art that's inspiring, honest, and true
So I'm writing this poem just for you
The title says it all: "Dear Tablo."

Starbucks

A coffee on my table
Cool friends by my side
A cute guy at sight
This is such a wonderful night
Cool air hitting my face
Stories 'bout love and life
A cute guy at sight
Please talk to me tonight