"You can be what you desire," Doubt utters From your lips But its wicked mouth is that Of a different language
A morn devoid of pain But Hear well! Fear sings too It Whispers most harshly To eerie, timeless tunes
I wish I could tell you what a coward you are. I wish I could tell you that you didn't break my heart but you broke my spirit somehow. It's no use pointing fingers I brought this on myself. But I wish you knew.
I regret the day I pushed you away, when all I wanted for you is to stay. And no matter how hard I cry, I can no longer bring back the old you and I.
Araw-araw ganito tayo. Tatlumpung minuto nating binabaybay ang Ayala papuntang terminal ng UV Express. Ako ba-byahe papuntang Maynila, ikaw pa-Rizal. Tatlumpung minutong minsa’y tahimik, minsa’y maingay. Ngunit lagi, may kwento.
The sight of him made my heart skipped a beat. His confidence level made me turn into a damsel in distress. As he playfully grabbed my arms in the middle of the shop, I can't help but think, "I can almost love him."
Nevermore the lesser To be only as it nears Clever for the guesser Truly lonely has its fears
Falling in lust with this man, his broad shoulders and strong arms. His cocky grin and subtly arrogant jokes. All-encompassing the physical ideal she was searching for. Could it be she finally found a man who could help her?
Silent Killers She sighs As starless skies Dull, bleak and faded like soot with humid air Close in on her Blinding fog Which Smells of burnt autumn leaves… Chokes Songs of spring Haunt like Memories of yore Each time…
This girl and I looked nothing alike. Her face freckled, auburn hair askew, and a casual stance with feet planted wide as if ready to sprint in either direction should the need arise.
Gleams of a forgotten wish bring light Some reminiscent dull memories appear Though faded with time's constant jilt But yet Unmarred and indestructible
If only I can be taken back to the good old days, the days where you have to discover the world by touching, smelling, seeing and it will be your world no boundaries, imagination is the limit.