I dreamed of us again.
The table you set down, the candles you lit, that silly little frown, when you said not to spit.
I dreamed of us again.
The music in the air, the scent of bulalo, how I played with your hair, "welcome home mahal ko."
I dreamed of us again.
The scent of you lingers,
Your skin soft and fair,
With a brush of my fingers,
I swear that you're there.
I dreamed of us again.
With your eyes shining bright,
As we look upon stars,
I remember our fights,
As love turned into wars.
Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 4:10 AM UTC
I dreamed of us again.
The table you set down, the candles you lit, that silly little frown, when you said not to spit.
I dreamed of us again.
The music in the air, the scent of bulalo, how I played with your hair, "welcome home mahal ko."
I dreamed of us again.
The scent of you lingers,
Your skin soft and fair,
With a brush of my fingers,
I swear that you're there.
I dreamed of us again.
With your eyes shining bright,
As we look upon stars,
I remember our fights,
As love turned into wars.
