Well this is
Me

Smiling but wounded
Healing but the scars still sing
Of the past

That on quiet days....
There all I hear

High hopes, high dreams
that i will never get to see
A future, a life
that was never meant to be

It hurts, it *****
just to let it go
A wish upon a shooting star
that comes... Then it goes

I wish to remember,
but all i do is forget
To get rid of all this misery
to get rid of all this regret  

My heart hunger for you
but my mind denies
So it eats other things
better things... Then your lies  

My days are sad
damp and cold
Missing you and
the warmth you behold

Yet, i trudge forward
shivering and in plight
Searching, and wondering
where is the light?

The Prince, my Prince

Everyday you sought out an Atlas
And everyday he carried the eternal’s weight
If you call listening, carrying

1 of 12, 12 labours
Head to the ground, body stripped in apology
So that others may look to the stars

A debt owed, now a debt paid
A happy debt  

The Greek remembers with stories
The Roman remembers with dates
People dismiss him with smile and thanks
I don’t, I remember

Your heart, in stone, cracked
A kiss lasting a lifetime, a kiss for two

The Prince, my Prince

The Swallow, my Swallow

‘Will you not stay with me for one night, and be my messenger?’
‘Will you not stay with me one night longer?’
‘Will you not stay with me one night longer?’

Yes
‘Do as I command you’


And so everyday he took the place of Prometheus
Giving fire to humans
As giving light to those lost in this dark, dark world

Eurydice, Eurydice, my dear Eurydice, you went too soon
I sing this song, in hopes that the Gods look favorably on me  
Wish granted, time short, rain is all I see  

Time for a kiss, not kisses
Sweet, short, sorrowful

The Swallow, my Swallow

For the longest time
no one has come to say goodbye
well wishes and farewells
were missed by shriveled ears

In the longest time
its the first i have been in a church
inappropriately lying down  
oh god please forgive me

Its the longest time
i had a rest, to lay still and contemplate
on the game i played my entire life
so busy winning pieces, so little to enjoy the game

Its the longest time
to be enveloped by darkness
light leaving quickly like the sunset
at the snap of my fingers, at the shut of the sun's eye
darkness

I trusted you with many things
all except the thing you wanted
whole, untouched, something you felt missing  
a fire you stopped burning

it was your eagerness, to have one
that i begin to doubt
to question if it's truly right
to give, with all despite

after thinking long and hard
an answer came to me
in words not be spoken
it was never meant to be

Like alcohol, it used to lift my spirit high
now that i am sober, it only brought it down
a wasted venture, to escape the world
money and time not spent well
on the drunkenness of love

The hangover came, the heartaches and headaches
1 month sober, and i am doing jut fine
already, i forgot the taste of love
its effects wore out weeks ago

Its tempting to relapse, but my answer is no
the effects, still fresh in my min
forbids me to touch a drink

I still you as the last page
The previous chapter
Even after...

I still go back to read it
Maybe its because its Christmas
Maybe because its the Philippines

But each time i recall
The more faster i forget
I keep rereading, i just keep forgetting  

I don't know why i brought it up
Maybe this will be the last melancholy song
My broken heart will be able to play

Each word a note
Each sentence a string of notes
Strung to form a melody; A joyful sad one

It's Christmas and the Philippines
Love fills the air, its infectious
Saddening as its uplifting