Behind feelings gone wrong
Underneath each written song
There's a poet who writes
Lyrics and stanzas each night
With the slightest thought of you
Have you realized you're one of the lucky few?
To have received feelings ought to be conserved
To be written words that you don't even deserve
That our love for you would be preserved
And that for you, a part of our soul has been reserved

New .year same .me,
Though I'm .changing gradua.lly,
Tryna .reachhh
epito.me, of the .man I'm s'posed to .be,
Be the .best, better .than rest,
.better-than-the-.test-of-time,
.get this off my .chest
Be the .dime not the .penny cuz I ain't. get any where.
cause you're there. and I'm here.
and it's mak.ing me fear I'm crying tears drinking cheers.~ them up but not me. I be me, that's it quite honestly.

I dreamed of us again.
The table you set down, the candles you lit, that silly little frown, when you said not to spit.

I dreamed of us again.
The  music in the air, the scent of bulalo, how I played with your hair, "welcome home mahal ko."

I dreamed of us again.
The scent of you lingers,
Your skin soft and fair,
With a brush of my fingers,
I swear that you're there.

I dreamed of us again.
With your eyes shining bright,
As we look upon stars,
I remember our fights,
As love turned into wars.

And on the headstone where I watched out love die:

(T)hat
(H)aunting
(E)pitaph

(E)motions
(N)ever
(D)ie

Paralysis
Always
Invites
Necrosis

In
Solitude

Needy
Emotions
Venture
Endlessly
Regretting

Going
Over
Numerous
Encumbrances

And
Wishing
Again for
Yesterday

Why burn bridges
When you can destroy worlds?
A beautiful destruction,
Skin against skin,
Lips crushed together,
Hands in each other's hair,
Screaming, crying,
Love and hate flying,
Emotions slamming together,
Falling apart,
Till the very end.
This love was always my hurricane,
But in the eye of the storm,
I remember,
Us

My mother once said to me; there are two kinds of men you'll meet. The first will give you the life you want and the second will give you the love you desire. If you're one of the lucky few, you will find both in the one person. But if you ever find yourself having to choose between the two, then always choose love. ----Choose Love, Lang Leav

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He asked her
"Am I the first or the second man?"


She just smiled at him and said
"What's the difference, hon?"


"Am I giving you the life you want, or
giving you the love you desire?"


This time she sighed heavily and answered
"You don't always give me the life I wanted,
You don't always give me the love I desired"


He became sad upon hearing her words
"Is that so? Then why are you still with me?"


"Because I chose you, and when I did,
I also chose the love and life that comes along with you"*


And that is all he needs to hear
Smiling, he said to her
"When I chose you Hon, I chose Love and Life too"