Sometimes I was the one responsible for your tears
Sometimes you were responsible for my tears
Sometimes I was the blame for the pain you suffered
Sometimes you were the blame for the love that was never discovered
I wish you were the one losing sleep over the love you lost
I wish you were the one losing focus to what was more than a thought
I’m the one who’s supposed to cry, I’m the one who’s supposed to be broken
You wanted Foreverness, I gave you eternality
Tried building us up but you pulled us down like gravity
You’re bringing up mistakes I made to tarnish what we established
Trying to perfect a game plan that was never practiced
We put each other in this space to which we don’t wanna be
I was hoping to marry your love but you didn’t see a future with me
From blowing each other up to missed calls & unread texts
Pushing you away due to a broken heart that I’m trying to protect
You didn’t trust someone like me, I was too good to be true
I’m watching you walk away while falling deeper in love with you
I wish you could believe me when I say crying isn’t easy to do
Especially when the tears I shed are because of you

We watched stars shine bright, searching for any that shot,
and we witnessed none that night so we wished on the ones we got.
I confessed with a laugh that if my brain was split in two,
they could observe each half and each stem would lead to you.

We stood in dark parking lots, feet treading on glass long broken,
my head was drowning in thoughts; every one unspoken.
I stumbled on a confession each and every single time,
that you were a drug and an obsession; a favourite of mine.

And she talks to me in dreams,
whispering words of true love.
It tells of beautiful melodic themes,
a voice that comes from above.
Two souls forever bound, two bodies wrapped in sheets,
listening to the sound of our joined heartbeats.

We laughed together in dim light to jokes only we would get,
and you were the only thing in sight, my sunrise and my sunset.
I traced the outlines of your form, with both hands and my eyes,
and together we'll keep warm; arms on shoulders, legs on thighs.

And she kisses me awake,
her lips greet me like the sun.
But my dream world doesn't break,
'cause her presence tends to stun.
I have finally been found, once I was lost in the dark streets,
now we're listening to the sound of our joined heartbeats.

Caress my skin and whisper my name in my ear,
I'll let your voice in 'cause it's all I want to hear.
Fingertips can scratch, but now they feel so smooth,
the last mark I didn't catch but now I think I got the groove.
Candlelight will show me all I need to see,
and my hands will guide to where they need to be.
Our voices mesh into one, our souls and mind link,
and our hearts beat together; perfectly in sync.

And she blows air into my chest,
giving me oxygen to breathe.
With her hand resting upon my breast,
I promise her that I'll never leave.
Side by side on the ground, same song just repeats,
and we're listening to the sound of our joined heartbeats.

Contemplate a teardrop,
and this is what I see.
A drop of moisture
from an irritation?
Some agree.

What is a teardrop made of,
just some water from a gland?
But brush it off and contemplate
the moisture on your hand.

It's also made of sorrow
or from pain that you may feel
A treasure of emotion
on your cheek
that might congeal

"Tears of happiness" are made
of joy or great suprise
That fall like rain in summer
from a pair of smiling eyes.

They course down cheeks in rivers
or collect on lashes there.
They form in silent puddles
when emotions are laid bare.

Tears are gems as precious
as a diamond that is mined
So do not take them lightly
if their origins you can't find.

They're made of things like music
that can make the heart take wing
Or how the soul can elevate
to hear an angel sing.

The wind carries secrets,
crashing waves on rooftop shores,
whistling through the bones of trees,
carrying whispers of sleepless souls,
lost lovers names as whispers in the night,
swirling shadows of bending boughs,
knocks and rattles, tumbling shakes,
angry breaths on the eve of morn,
soothing sighs carried in from dark,
rustling leaf's do a dance of delight,
carried forth to slumbering rest,
so listen carefully my friends,
to the secrets in the hearts it tends.

Palutang-lutang sa gitna ng dagat
Gawa ng luha kong
sinubukang saluhin sa tasa
ngunit hindi nagkasya
Sinong sasagip
sa pusong takot malunod?
Hahayaan na lamang bang magpaanod
sa tulirong mga alon
Wari'y sila ring nalilito
Saan nga ba patutungo?
Ngunit ang damdamin,
Sa iyo pa rin gustong dumaong
Umaasang sa dalampasigan,
Sa mga bisig mo, ako sisilong



Parola, Margaret Austin Go

Standing near a dirt road out in Nowhere,
I'm looking for a way to get back home
This tiny town is nothing but a nightmare
I feel the evil deep within my bones

From fear, my bones all try to leave my body
My skeleton just flees from in my skin
The stench within this place is so ungodly
Perhaps, I should have never wandered in

Without my bones, I'm stuck flapping in the wind
Without my skull, my brain just turns to mush
All my patience left has now been thinned
To send me over needs just one more push

My blood all pours away into a small stream
My skin just rots by the side of the road
I blew away with dirt as light as a dream
While the rest of my thoughts quickly overflowed

Instead of kisses you just feed me anger
In place of love you give me teary eyes
Instead of smiles, we fight and hate each other
Living inside denial and disguise

I can't make love, instead I ******* over
You can't pretend that you don't care at all
We can't keep doing this while we are sober
When I am drunk, I've got way bigger *****

If you can't say my name, I understand this
If you can't look at me, I won't get mad
But I just miss the times without emptiness
I long for days when your heart I still had

My brain is full of clutter like the attic of a house
And it needs a decent cleaning, it's more filthy than a mouse
It's disorganized beyond belief and things are hard to find
But there are countless, endless ideas inside of my mind

When I talk to "normal" people who are "average" and "plain"
There are nails on a chalkboard that scrape the inside of my brain
I can't relate to sports and church and midday shopping sprees
I'm bored by most things people like, I'm difficult to please

I don't think people get me, and I wander 'bout alone
I'm naked on the outside and honest to the bone
I'm not ashamed of anything, and I just say it all
I know that I freak people out with my huge set of *****