I miss heading home from grandmother's house
Drifting to sleep as my favourite song plays on the radio
I miss hotel staycations and my most-worn blouse
And my parents being there to guide me to where i had to go
I miss watching afternoon cartoons on a summer day
As my mother turns the AC on to keep the heat away
I miss all my childhood pets whenever i see the scratches on the door
And yet i cannot even remember some of their faces anymore
I miss fast food birthday parties with those cardboard hats
I miss the hectic mornings of the first days of school
I miss dancing in the guest room at Kat's
I miss fearing the deep end of the pool
From playground fights and Baguio kites
To simple lunches at the mall
I wonder why i was ever discontent when i've had it all
Moments that i took for granted
Times i won't forget
It seems like i've lived such a life
But it isn't over yet
With precious memories like these, there are still more to come
I'll stack them all like bricks that form into my own kingdom.
The tranquil voice sends me back and my thoughts scramble. Where has you arrived? Why has you arrived? How has you arrived? Who is you? Am I you? Is you me? Who is me?
I shake my head vigorously in an attempt to file these thoughts for another day. I succeed.
For today, and tomorrow, and maybe the day after that, I will step out into the world and do what must be done- for these scrambled thoughts are scary, and I may never know the answer to them.
hey mister gloomy face
don't let your life go to waste
i want you to know that
there's still sunshine amidst the rain
hey miss troubled eyes
i want to see you smile
i want you to know that
there's still lovin' amidst the pain
i'm supposed to be safe now
i'm supposed to feel safe now
don't i deserve it?
haven't i earned it?
what must i have to do to attain something i feel i should be entitled to?
who answers the crying calls for help in the night?
so you say we deserve it 'cause we didn't start a fight?
who are you to tell me that i am exaggerating?
these lost souls, shushed voices, buried stories
for justice they are waiting
stirred hearts of the masses
yet still as light is cast
shadows loom behind us
we hold our breaths and pray they'll go away
but what if they don't
when you told me you love her
i had to turn away
you said you just know
you two'd marry someday
didn't know what to think
didn't know what to say
just looked at you straight in the eyes
and i know you can't help it
because if you could
that means i could, too and
i'll rid myself of this tether
stop loving you for good
but we can't have everything
and i can't be with you
can't part with you, either
so i'm left stuck strongly to you
connected by some glue
while you make attempts to woo
she keeps her options open
but she keeps her heart closed
she writes your name with a ballpen
but she tells you to tattoo hers