We played with words as we were as young as our minds think
We dreamed so prettily within this corners of our imaginations
We shared love, the way we see and define how we ought to love
And thought we did it right though pain grabs every inch of our innocent hearts
But never was love just feelings, I felt for you
But like rushing winds, all these discouragements fell on me
I do not feel what I felt before, for you
I don't love you, if you ask me how I feel
But I see you, in my dream every night
You are the one this heart of mine loves,
I thought love is just mere feelings, it is a choice
And I was wrong, I love you!

As I come face to face with pain
Pity party and drama, I don't want to get involved with
Easy for the heart to say, easy for the heart to feel
Yes, the world even tolerates these vain tears
But I should know
I have to choose healing over stagnation to pain
And staying at this bay will never help
And yes, he hurt me
With a hurt only he can give
But forgiveness will I choose
To free both he and me.

Ours was as slow as how a skinny catterpillar turned out to be a beautiful butterfly.
We never meant to make it last, at least as long as this.
But each day with you brought fun times and sometimes crazily bad,
and you turn it out to something good somehow.
And do you even remember the times when we fight and cry over silly things?
And how we laugh at random things and bully and shout?
And don't forget those daydreams about future us with kids and stuff like that,
Oh we have yet to see them all come to life.
I'm glad that once in our busy crazy lives,
our roads will meet again once in a while
so we can share some laughter
and be mesmerized by how we turned out to be.
My heart just so hopes that when we meet again,
it will be just like this,
just like our beautiful yesterday.

I could dream
a thousand of love
and fairy tales
just as long as you aren’t there.

Cause you were once my dream,
my love, my fairy tale.
But what began in a dream
must end, too, in a dream.

And maybe I could dream
of you again,
just not now.
Just not in this life time.

You were my dream,
so close yet so far I never could reach.
Dreaming of you
brought joy and life to me.

But now has become a nightmare,
a poison I would not take in.
You were my love,
but without a chance.

You were my fairytale,
my prince charming who never came.
Our castle was a make believe.
Our ending.. Oh, how it ends after I finally wake up from this dream.

I hear the sound
of here and now.
I hear them all,
what goes around.

But my mind and heart,
they seem to have made up their side;
they are running away
from this present life.

They are missing the past
and haven’t closed
that part yet.
Oh not yet!

In the night
they drag me back;
in broad daylight and lazy afternoons,
they are bleeding and breaking inside.

And yes, I hear the sound of letting go
and moving on now.
My mind and heart,
they just have to have that final blow
to torn away of what is left
and close that book of you and me.

And every time we do this
is like a slap on our faces.
What happened to them yesteryear laughter
and yesteryear memory?

I thought I hear our music play
but it’s just my mind pretending.
Do you remember every step,
every melody we celebrate?

And my mind hasn’t moved on yet,
I’m afraid it will never be.
I’m caught up playing
our music in my head.

But we are caught up of our grown up things
and the names we thought we built
while forefathers are caught up
to the times they fight and not make up.

Yet we come
and thought we come as one,
but our music is slowly fading
it slapped my face,
it hurts a lot.

I’m just afraid we are losing those beautiful sounds of laughter
and beautiful pictures of memory
that have defined our family.
And yes! I’m missing you, just so badly.

A lot of raindrops, yes, get them and you will have a whole bunch of choir right up your rooftops.
Such small things screaming bravery, vulnerable to die in just a splash yet excitement runs with them in every dive.
They are never created for themselves but the quenching of the thirsty world and they give their all with every fall.
And I wish I’m like one little rain drop.
One who is not afraid to fall even at breaking point to losing the self too better the world.
But a price is to be paid, I have to unclothe myself of these coats of pride and selfishness.
Then will I be able to to join this beautiful selfless choir falling from heaven.