You're the start and the end of my everyday.
Everything you do and say
Can turn clouds of gray
Into sunshine ray.
You make everything seem perfect in every way,
Like how the sun can make the rain go away.

Out of me, you could make a nun;
And it's me who you always stun.
Because you're a top that gives fun
And I'm the string, around you I've always spun.
And away from you, I could never run,
Like how the earth will always revolve around the sun.

It's me who you always inspire;
And it's you who I will always admire.
In you, I couldn't find anything dire.
You can take away, even my strongest ire.
Because it's only you who can make me retire,
Like how water is the weakness of fire.

You're the only one who came
That made me sing your name;
And I'd rather lose in every game
Than to lose you for fortune and fame.
Because without you, I wouldn't be the same,
Like how a candle would be nothing without a flame.

The road was wet with rain
And they were sharing the same umbrella.
They were just about to cross the street,
While inside a jeepney I sat in pain;
Staring at the loading area,
Thinking that what have followed him were supposed to be my feet.

At some restaurant in a mall,
They sat, talked, and ate dinner.
They were together from afternoon 'til evening,
While I just came home after a stroll,
Thinking how much she was a winner
For having what I have always been wanting.

He says he had so much fun,
Going from places to places with her.
They had karaoke and then some.
I guess I could start shooting myself with a gun,
Than to tell myself I'm fine, and be a liar.
What is to lose, anyway? I have none.

I guess my role isn't really that good.
I thought being his girl is one thing I wouldn't trade.
But it seems like their roles are better than mine.
They are the ones who can make his mood.
I guess I'd rather be his comrade,
Than to be his girl; for which he has no time.

If I were a greek goddess,
Then I must be Hera;
And he must be Zeus.
I'm jealous, I confess;
Of all the women he was with this era.
I'm the one he loves, but I wonder how long can I be his muse.

If love's a crime,
Then we'd be criminals.
To some eyes, we'd be monsters;
And to many, we'd be devils.
But I wouldn't mind my first name being feared and hated,
Because having your last name is what matters to me.

If love's a crime,
Then we'd be criminals.
We'd be playing with fire and get burned;
We'd be playing tag with the detectives
And hide-and-seek with the cops.
But I wouldn't mind running and hiding with you for the rest of my life.

If love's a crime,
Then we'd be criminals.
We'd be locked behind bars
And treated like animals.
But as long as my hand is hand-cuffed to your hand
And we're together in the same prison cell,
I wouldn't mind wearing a handcuff
And staying in prison for eternity.

Once again, Cupid has struck
His arrow upon me, just my luck.
This thing which they call love
Has dragged me again from up above.
Now I am falling, falling so fast.
It is happening again, just like the past.

If only I had been too careful,
Maybe now I wouldn't be so doubtful.
Now it's too late,
Way too late to control dear fate.
I should have seen it from the start.
Now I am coming apart.

I still remember the last time I fell;
Shame on me, it gave me nothing but hell.
But not to worry, I take all the blame
And throw it in the fire, to burn in the flame.
I now know I should forget.
I suffered enough, enough regret.

This time, it is different,
It seems like heaven must've sent
The thing I need the most
To make me feel not much like a ghost.
And upon me proved, I didn't even resist,
That happy endings still exist.

But still I am not so sure
If his love is really pure.
When I am around, he never shows it;
But through the things he says, I can feel it.
Tell me if these proofs aren't enough
To say that this is not a joke at which I should laugh.

I am but a fool for his heart-sinking words
That hurt me deeply like a thousand sharp swords.
He says it's no use,
He will never be the one I will choose.
If only he is aware, I say,
Of what my cowardly heart has to say.

We feel it both,
But we're running out of hope.
Such cowards,
Too afraid to come forward.
With so much to mention,
If only both would pay attention.

Now I am desperately calling out;
Oh heavens, please hear what's coming out of my mouth!
Tell me if I made another mistake.
Please, answer me for my own sake.
Say that this won't be like the last one,
For my heart will surely come undone.

If every word you utter
Comes with a scratch on my skin,
Then I must be skinless by now.
But I'd rather drown in the water
Or hit myself with a tin,
Than to wound myself with your howl.

If the more you raise your tone,
The more I become deaf,
Then please scream your all.
For I'd rather feel alone;
Never to hear myself,
Than to hear your call.

If only there is a way
To stop the way I feel,
I wouldn't be writing this;
Nor would I even say,
And nor would I even feel
That I need to write this.

She ties strings around my joints
And controls all my motions.
When her finger points,
I have to be in position.

With her push and her pull,
My helpless body moves.
I'm under her rule;
She makes all my grooves.

I have no right to speak;
She's the only one with the voice.
Not even a squeak;
I don't have any choice.

“Do this” and “do that,”
She commands me like a ***.
With just a snap, just like that.
If only I could run.

How much I envy little Pinocchio.
He was once a puppet who turned into a real boy.
I am no puppet, I know.
I am human, but being manipulated like a toy.

I am a grayed rose in a black and white world; afloat on a pond of serenity and solitude.
My petals, drifting aimlessly about the cold; a part of me stays everywhere I lurk.
My leaves; a reminder of what raised me up, I keep close to my parts.
My thorns, disentangled from my soul; I let flow along the stream of the old.
My roots, my source of power; I can no longer hold on to.
But withal the blows of change and time,
I shall be firmer than oak,
And bear on blooming and burst forth
Colors and beauty and the scent of love
Out in the open, out in the wild;
Out in the earth of torment and beguiling eyes,
And shan't wither under any weather.
I am a grayed rose in a black and white world;
Slowly reviving all the life that I lost.