As the tree dances with the roaring wind
The tiny leaves are battling to hold
to stay alive and not fall behind

But I wonder, is it the mother tree
that will set it free,
Is it the persistent leaf
that chooses to tighten the grip,
Or is it the wind,
that will break the bind?


Like the relationship we had
You are the tree
I am the fragile leaf
Us is the wind


Don't make me read between the lines
Tell the truth and no more lies
I could no longer handle the wind
So before you let me go,
I will be the falling leaf,
In the cold ground, I will grief
But surely, freedom I will see

You are too busy spending too much
-too much time and effort for her, just for her

That's why you never see,
You never see that my love is free

~
She remembered, she even counted
“Five times, he said it five times”

She remembered the first and second
It was when he was kissing her
In between the passionate scene
He wisphered the words twice

As for the third time,
When they were eating together
“Tatlong piraso para sayo kasi mahal kita
(3 pieces for you because I love you)”
She just smiled at him

And as for the fourth and fifth
It was when they were making love
In between the amorous moments
“I love you, I love you” he told her

Five times, he said it five times
He said the magic words

It was the magic word
That changed her world
She finally believed it
She finally accepted it

But she didn’t told him
She kept it to herself
She was afraid to say the words
She was afraid of the consequences

She waited again for him to say it
“I love you too” she even practiced
But that time never came
He never said it, he never said it again

What happened?
She asked herself
Was it too late to say
“I love you too”?

The magic word
Has lost its power
Has lost its meaning
Has lost its purpose

Who's to blame?
The one who answered late
Or the one that seems insincere?
~

-

It is the distance
That made him distant

Your love is like the moon
I will only see it soon
When the night comes full

"Things take time, 
But time takes things"



*

*When I was a child

I always wanted to grow up fast

But now, feels like I'm in the wild

Lost in the world so vast



Growing old, adding numbers to my life

Afraid to be an adult and it's strife

They say age brings wisdom
But I~ just getting dumb



I am moving

Yet I go nowhere

I do not know if I'm improving

Or if I'm off to somewhere



Turning 22 isn't a big deal

But why does it terrifies me?
The idea of life getting more real

Transition to adulthood I can not see



Maybe I'm not yet ready
 of a bigger world and responsibilities

Because my feet aren't always steady
 and unsure of my abilities


I was not innocent
 and definitely not immature
But I always face an awkward predicament

Because my life, is constantly unsure



Yes, 22 is not young, but not too old enough

to have a clear mind and smart tongue

So I just have to shrug this feeling of rough

And enjoy the feeling of young



Age and time, we could not defy

So as life and its formula

Running out of time, is a big lie

And age is nothing but a numeral



Age and time, definitely
Does not define maturity, nor brings wisdom
And I couldn't tell much, technically

Because, as I've said, I still lack in wisdom