It takes a hundred of wrong measurements, burnt desserts, and reused parchment papers to reach our taste bud’s desire
Makalilimutin ka. Kaya naman ako lagi ang umaalala. Kaya lang sa hindi ko malamang dahilan, mukhang kinalilimutan mo na talaga ang mga bagay kung saan ako masaya.
Passion is a commotion
in depth’s ocean.
A serene ride
with nothing to hide
under a crimson
moon of compassion.
Lost in my own world of pop after eight hour drudgery
Completely dead to the fact that the shout of “Let There Be…” is sounding
“I love you as much as Chandler loves Monica and Joey loves food. You are ENOUGH in the way you are,” said Charles and proceeded to kiss her.
Youth told me that love breaks bones
but time made me wiser with laughs
as Life showed me that love grows
into a companionship of two souls.
If attraction were a hue
made in love to hew
a heart with a look at you
then I’m into you.
I am love, life’s eternal rose
whose petals rest on time’s calyx
to blossom in dreams.
It is all about working through those hurts and finding a way to process them while letting them hurt a bit less every day. There is no time table.
I woke up to your absence, the quietness of the room, the void in our little space, the uncommon timidity in my pace.
You are the heart reserved for me, but I want to tell you that I mistakenly thought your heart was somebody else a hundred times.
Forever may not be now
To wait, teach me how
If it’s meant to be
Nobody but you and me