was it right and just the wrong time?
or was it wrong?
did i break it, or just bend it?
should have i begun it? should i ever have ended it?
the fact of asking questions
makes me think i know the answers
I still wish i could be with you.
I am sorry for what i have put you through.
I know i am forgiven. That is not my worry or my hurt.
My hurt is in the dashing of what we had upon the rocks
as if it was an infant, and i just couldn't take care of it,
or it was sick,
but it was a beautiful child, and i will miss it,
even though i never really knew it.

I feel even now, as if in my aimlessness,
my direction, my weakness,
in my search for truth, and  the strength to make the  change i know i need in myself,
I am only destroying any and every inkling, of anything that's left,
if there is any at all
with each breath,
with each kiss,
with each time i try to fill this place you fit.

with each time i try to move on, or distract myself, i fear i give up my future,
the one i know God wants for me.
Yes, he is sovereign, and if it is meant to be it surely will,
but, i can't help but wonder, can't help but feel
if i can thwart it,
that i broke it.

What have i done,
and what have it done it for?
yes there is love but,
love like pearls
on the floor.
I keep trying to pick them up.

What can i do but try to see their luster through the dirt?
What can i do now that i have figured out what they are worth?

I broke the LCD of his laptop,
and he's putting all the blame on me.
I just sit on his bed,
but I don't know, that bag of his
has a laptop.
Yes I admit, 'cause there's no one
to be blamed.
Yet he's also careless to just leave
his things anywhere.
But where can I find a money
to pay Php 8,000.00?
I don't hava any job yet,
and I'm afraid to tell my parents.
Maybe I will just pay Php 5,000.00
but hoooow?
I don't know, I don't have that money,
if only I am rich. **sigh

fly into the clouds
along the wind and the birds
find her, my lover
she left me wounded, speechless
hope she can read your sweet words

iisang panalangin
puso'y maangkin
ako sana'y ibigin.

Exaggerated tears, overreacted feelings
Only for a love that interned you in pains.
You’ll never die if someone will be apart,
For there’s always love after a broken heart.

You can’t blame if the oceans left the sea;
Truth may hurt but it will only set you free.
The remedy is only up there for your scars,
And there’s always hope after a broken heart.

There’s always a lesson for every mistake,
Find that one redolent reason to breathe.
You can’t bring back the fire with a spark,
But there’s always life after a broken heart.

Six times I recounted
that day, it all
fell from the sky.

Our spirits were once covered
within the wings of angels;
My body burned, from
the touch of eternal light.

Six ways I counted the
Deceptions, hiding behind
her eyes.

Naked, exposed upon the bed of love
She touched my soul with the brand
of a fool. Strength left my body;
Wisdom vacated my mind.

Six days I spent buried
Beneath unholy ground.

Laughter from the halls of Heaven, ridicule
breathing out sweet vapors from the lips of
the Divine. She cast me out of paradise
By a single word.

When you plunged
The light of Tuscany wavered
And swung through the pool
From top to bottom.

I loved your wet head and smashing crawl,
Your fine swimmer's back and shoulders
Surfacing and surfacing again
This year and every year since.

I sat dry-throated on the warm stones.
You were beyond me.
The mellowed clarities, the grape-deep air
Thinned and disappointed.

Thank God for the slow loadening,
When I hold you now
We are close and deep
As the atmosphere on water.

My two hands are plumbed water.
You are my palpable, lithe
Otter of memory
In the pool of the moment,

Turning to swim on your back,
Each silent, thigh-shaking kick
Re-tilting the light,
Heaving the cool at your neck.

And suddenly you're out,
Back again, intent as ever,
Heavy and frisky in your freshened pelt,
Printing the stones.

For I'm humbly afraid of what happening next.
In less than 48 hours
I'm longing for your silent affection.
Even the greatest has their fears.

Words are just words
Unless there's feelings behind them
I can't stop loving you
But you hate me
Which feeling is behind these?

Words so sweetly heard
And so delicately placed
Words filled with love
Words twisted with fate

A word so deep and kind
With broken hearts dragged behind
A love so strong and true
Completely lost in you

Forgetting of the past
To build something to last
Forgetting of a we
That was never meant to be
Never for you
Never even for me

But the memories run dry
Like the tears in my eyes
Words to heal the past
Words meant to last
Words to soothe your soul
Fill all the space of the time to unfold

A strength growing a new
All because of you
This fire burning away the pain
Saving the sanction of my brain

Love so true in you
Knowing the sweetest words
Will always be the opposite
Of your old lies untrue
That you spoke to me
When all I did was love the heart in you

But at last we have found our closure
Full exposure of what we held so much closer
A memory of you
Will always ignite me
And imploding explosion of light to grow
To heal what's buried so deep inside my skull.