I held you on my shoulder
Like a precious violin
Your dark black hair
Is but a chin rest
On which forever I would lean

The musky white hairs
Of the rigid bow
Are my flimsy little fingers
Gently stroking the cheeks
Of your strings which come in contact

The pegs clutch the strings
As you hold on to your beliefs
No matter the adjustment
You seek control over yourself
So brazenly and firm

The music we create
Is a short and simple melody
Of tragic and despair
For the chords seem to fail
At harmonizing oftentimes

Yet you stay on my shoulder
Resting peacefully and still
Your voice is so compelling
Full of pleasant notes and rests
A special kind of music
Reverberating in my heart.

Oh, the night is dark and full of eerie sounds
R e v e  r  b  e  r  a  t  i  i  i n g  here and there
Butdoyouknowwhatmakesmemoreafraid?
It is to hear nothing at all.
Not even a hush.
Nor a sigh.
Nothing.
empty.
silence.

I wanted to hug you tight
But even my outstretched arms aren't enough
To surround your whole body
So I'm sending you the heat of the sun
May it keep you warm
Like I wish I could.

I’d like to believe
That unicorns do exist
I’ll ride on their backs
And fly into the clouds
Where rainbows shine with glee
As I wave my magic wand
And turn everything around
Into golden sprouts of happiness
Love, and everything in between.

But unicorns don’t exist
And the world isn’t full of rainbows
A magic wand can’t heal the pain
Of an unrequited love affair
There can never be assurance
That happiness is eternal
For the world is full of hatred
And everything in between.

Help me
Unicorns cannot exist
Tell me they aren’t real
Stab me with words I hate to hear
‘Cause I’m afraid I’m starting to believe
That the impossible could soon be real.

I'm a wilting leaf
Trying to cling onto a tree;
Who took care of me,
Who loved me so dearly.

I'm a wilting leaf
So fragile and indecisive;
Whether or not to hold on
Or detach myself from you.

I'm a wilting leaf
Unworthy of your space;
Other flowers could bloom
If only I'd be gone.

I'm a wilting leaf
Release me, let me fall;
'Til I crumble into pieces
And get consumed by dirt.

Tears
Colorless, odorless
Unquantifiable
With no definite form

They're silent reminders
Of things left unsaid
Of feelings kept inside
A seemingly happy soul

Tears
Can really do nothing at all
Yet they're the most powerful thing
A helpless man can bring

Ang hirap makipag-sabayan.

Sino ba sya? Sino ba ako?

Isang batikang manunulat.

Isang hamak na nagsusulat.


Ang hirap makipag-sabayan.

Siya'y karagatan, ako'y patak ng ulan;

Umaalon, walang hanggan.

Isang butil, panandalian.


Ang hirap makipag-sabayan.

Sino ba kami sa buhay mo?

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Ako na salat sa banyagang wika.