i go so gray.
Cos of love
you cant ordain;
My soul, in it
All the hurt
Just a little appreciation.
Enough to lessen,
This maddened world's:
Those windows to your soul..
they don't glisten that much now.
A little was left.
But not for me.
I don't understand..
People keep on saying, love has to be free.
But why can't your parents just let us be.
They say love has got to be no boundaries.
But why does ours has got to be a lot of worries?
Love is patient, love is kind.
Love is shitty and all that stuff.
Some days. Some nights.
I can't help but to think
-- our we love?
26 letters. And All that.
Lose or gain on what you have.
Chew it in, they're all gone.
Spit it out, there will be a gun.
I miss the
scent of your hair I smell when I wake up.
I miss how
we end up sleeping with our bodies tangled together.
I miss that
very natural feeling that when I wake up I just have to be myself.
I miss when
I feel secured in your arms when going to sleep.
And that security I, too, give you when you rest your eyes while tucked beneath my arms and dream of our future travel dates together without worrying about a single shit in life.
it to be you..
It was until
that I knew,
to be with
i thought about giving you everything..
But then you said, "I just want your heart."
i want to hold you tight,
right here, during the cold of a night.
grasp you so close,
letting our sternums touch,
and entangle our souls.
with that, i wont feel so alone.
i won't feel like dying.
i can sense we were dying.
dying of having to no other want but be together.
dying to let them know, we can do it all, together.
just one of regrets i have right now..
ignoring your messages.
more regrets to come, 2015!
No New Year's Resolution,
Just release abomination.
Assert life's uncertainties,
Revive new possibilities.
I'm still on the edge of hoping we're gonna get thru and to our anniversary..
Got not much to say,
continue what I have to.
There's not much today,
just like to think about you.
Talk about spontaneity.
It's the time that passes with every laugh we share.
The flow of your floral dresses, which won't stay to look bare.
It's the tachycardia you give, when we touch and meet.
And the steps of our feet on the dance floor, when we can't skip a beat.
I find spontaneity in everything..
Just because I see you in every thing.
my strings are attached to yours.
The past few weeks seem like a mishap to both of us.. to our relationship.
But we were able to get through everything.
And im happy that I found a person willing to play a concierto, even if I was looking for an urban one.
Every night will feel great.
For me. Just by staying here on almost at the top of the building. Watching street lamps blink, chasing strangers and think about what they are currently feeling/thinking. Looking at cars, which are like matchboxes lurking in the dark streets.
It's a nice feeling, being in the dark, and high at the same time. It's easy to feel safe and sound and just try to eavesdrop the communication of howling winds.
Ms. Chilly blue Moon, stares right back to me, with her minions, of course. the stars. And I feel conpletely ecstatic with the gesture given.
How do i unlove you?
Too mainstream question, eh?
Now, I want to know: How do I love you?
In this case, I want to know how you would feel if I was to touch you..
If I were to look at you..
How you think and dream and plan about our future.
I want to get inside you even just for a day or two,
just so I can experience myself.
I want to know..
Would I still love myself if I were in your point of view?
And then I started thinking,
how much should I give just to make you stay?
I could write you a book.
A novel. A trilogy, maybe.
Or an encyclopedia, or an almanac.
I'd write a lot, just to describe to you the ineffable attachment of my soul with yours.
..and today marks our 33rd month of togetherness.
Day starts. Day ends. With you.
Unknowingly, I just fall a little more.
Fall for all your perfect imprefections. Your ungodly Godliness. The way you push and pull me away and unto.
I like the way I stare at you for no one reason at all. In doing that, it's like seeing my little bright star within my black hole.
Happy 33rd monthsary, babe. Hope you read this.
I want some fireworks.
I want it when I'm about to say the right words to you, making the right time. Our perfect moment.
When I'm about to make you mine for the rest of my life.
I did not know what I did.
We're just in the middle of a street.
Then we both mad out,
I lost you in the middle of my sentence.
I wish I could be that guy.
That guy you've been wanting to meet. In your dreams, along the hallway, while walking down your street.
I wish I could get the same look he gets from you. And also, the way you feel about him. That could be a great incentive to have.
Thanks in advance.
Ang tanging hiling ko lang ay ikaw.
Mahaba-habang panahon na ang lumipas simula noong huli nating pagkikita.
Kaya sasabihin ko ngayon, ang puso ko'y sobra-sobrang nangungulila.
Nais ko lamang ay makita ng malapitan muli ang ngiti mong pumapantay sa sinag ng araw.
Batid ko ang mahagkan kang muli, at nang laman ng katawan mo ay madalaw.
O, irog ko. Huwag ng mag-alinlangan pa.
Sa aking piling, pananatilihing ika'y masaya.