Beautifully Unplanned
When an ordinary day becomes the unexpected,
The hours turn into a rush, and get connected.
I turned my head to find who stood there,
Our eyes met—something rare
I didn’t give anything that hinted at chaos,
Didn’t give a little smile, just raised my eyebrows.
Ignoring someone, shaking my head—
Not now, I’m done being bled.
But you’re the one giving me reason to hold a half-string,
You turn my head again, and your smile gives me something.
My quiet place has a visitor—should I let him in?
Should I open the door and grab his hand to begin?
I think this is the time to say, “I give my walls down.”
You grab my hand and fill the space, feeling like having a crown.
Your smile is like the moon to me, bringing calmness,
Your voice is like rest, providing me with happiness.
You’re one of my “beautiful unplanned.”
You’re my solace now, my safe space in hand,
Building another core memory—
But this time, I have you in every journey.
Copyright © Chonalyn Babao | Year Posted 2025
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