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  Dec 2014 Sam Po
Christian Bixler
Why is it that every time I leave the room, I hear
the candles flickering? You all whispering, your breath
fluttering, butterflies of lies and deceit, they in their eloquent
artifice, they are fluttering the candles, causing them too to whisper,
Voices of smoke and flame, and human tongues, whispering that most hurtful
sound, a trusted friend, hissing through a liars teeth.
He, my trusted friend, my cherished ally, he betrayed me.
That is all.
Sam Po Oct 2014
Dear John,

         I don't know why I am writing this letter, but one thing is for sure, feelings are starting to acquire my cardiac system and I starting to be a bait of this emotions. This obscure feelings is to arduous to handle.
           My faceless prince, who saves my sullen night. Your my favorite illusion, who awakens me every night. May this fantasies collaborate with reality and we can have our happy endings till eternity.
           I know, we've never met, but ,someday, somehow fate will lead us to each others arms. Destiny guides our wandering hearts.
          Don't worry, I'm just here--waiting, patiently waiting, even if, it takes me forever.
          I love you!

Yours Truly,
S
IDK #letter #for #john
Sam Po Sep 2014
Every blink of the screen,
she sees his affection
through pix elated font forming
into I Love You.

She can feel the radiation
keeping their relationship, alive and electrifying.
The satellites are always on their side.

Her heart beats so fast
to the ringtone of his high-tech heart.
Every keypad pressed
are thousand sweet words expressed.

The radiation won't keep us apart,
signals will bridge our undying love.
Cause, as long we have this electronic gadgets,
I know we are in love.
:)
Sam Po Sep 2014
“I don’t have to be so afraid of good-bye, because good-bye doesn’t have to be forever.”
Jenny Han, To All the Boys I've Loved Before

“Love is scary: it changes; it can go away. That's the part of the risk. I don't want to be scared anymore.”
― *Jenny Han, To All the Boys I've Loved Before
Sam Po Sep 2014
She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.”
― *Rainbow Rowell, Eleanor & Park
Done reading the teeny sweet love
Sam Po Sep 2014
Hangga't  umaapaw pa ang angat dam
sa iyo pa rin ang aking  pagmamahal.
Hangga't  bahain pa ang downtown
isusulong natin to, mahal.
Hangga't  usog pagong ang trapik sa daan
ang pintig  nang puso ay ikaw.
Ganyan kita  kamahal,
matibayng  isusulong at ipaglalaban
ang pag-ibig na walang hanggan.
Hello Realidad! Gising!

#hanggat #trip
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