You lived twice; living out a life for two,
In the spring; you sprung out your sprouting love,
But it all falls; woodlands descending echoes into madness,
For she wasn't as mad over you.

So you deferred away from despair,—
Love being an icy glass cutting your teeth,
Despondency circling round her running in your mind,
Seems no other love to compare.

Bare you a kiss; sweet as it's lamentable finale,
On top of a hill, by the bend and red eyes,
Crying as if; the ocean's waters ran away from it's place,
You said, "goodbye my sweet Sally"

Let us just enjoy

this late evening together --


After us the spring!

If I  leave this life
Unexpectedly,
And do not get
To say
Goodbye,
Then know this truth
My alabaster lady,
While I had breath,
I loved you

In a shadow you appear
But I know our end is near

In the blink of
An eye closed
Your projection fades away

Our time was so short
But I’m sure
We could’ve been much more

As I pull out my roots
To find fertile ground

I call for your return and look around

Echoes of silence
Too much to bare

I must venture toward the unknown
No choice but to dare

Will this be goodbye,

our happiness a photo --


of a splendid day?

There will be others
after you.

But
none are
as you are
to me.

Loving you
hasn't been
easy.
Perhaps
you'd
start noticing
when I finally
stop caring-
like you,
and
bid farewell.

I am trying to become strong-
Acting as though it didn't matter-
And perhaps it didn't matter much.
I have learned to suppress my feelings-
the feelings that're lost in the dark.
We are two humans now on different roads-
Different views, different destinations.
This road goes nowhere; I know if I don't stop here,
I will find myself standing alone in the valley of death.

paalam
ayoko mang sabihin, pero
paalam
masakit man isipin, pero
paalam
marami akong tanong, pero
paalam
di ko maintindihan, pero
paalam
bakit ganun
bakit ngayon
bakit di ko man lang
naramdaman
bakit di ka man lang
nagpaalam

If I were a fire, and you were my candle,
I might burn your body,
then illuminate every dark space
and make it bright;
even if it doesn't reach everything,
at least we haven't gone astray
for a while.

If I were a fire, and you were my candle,
we would burn at every celebration,
in birthday or wedding cakes.

If I were a fire, and you were my candle,
we would be a farewell gift,
and leave a scar on every melt.