Let’s get on this train
Beyond the yellow line
We’ll never chase away the time
Our feet, bigger than the world beneath
It’s never too late
Hold my hand
We may never have this chance

In this ride
With you by my side
Scenes outside are changing
But you feel all the same

I look at you
Reason, deeply buried within those eyes

I’ll spread your smile
Across the distant seas
And keep this memory
Framed by overlooking trees
We don’t need to share a word
But we’ll talk about this someday

Your hair still smells like winter

It’s time to get off the train
Beyond the yellow line
There’s never enough time
Our feet, bigger than the world beneath

Pouring rain and shallow waters
Where do we go from here?
Do our hearts still burn?

We are never too late.
Hold my hand
I love you just the same.

This life with you
I lived every moment
Let’s talk about that ride
Beyond the yellow line
Our feet, still bigger than the world beneath
We were on time
Let’s talk about that train ride.

Your heart beats
Like soft ocean waves
Glistening eyes
Made of purple and grey skies
Your smile beams like golden sunsets
Your breath like crisp ocean breeze
You are a mid-summer dream
Of a never ending skyline

My lips have never been this silent
Until the moment I heard you breathe
My mind has always been restless
Unti the moment I looked into your eyes
I never thought a storm could settle the chaos in my blood
My heart has never been this reckless
Until the moment I heard you speak
Words are supposed to be sweet
But it was citrusy
Different and memorable
To have gathered all the butterflies in the field
My feet have never known rhythm
Until they took the nineteen chocolate drizzled steps
To dance with yours

So, you're the espresso shots mixed in that iced mocha, even without the whipped cream, even with the imperfections, even with the bitter taste, even when you're under the gray skies, even without the sunshine on your face, the ice chips melting, it was still delicious. But then you got me twisting and turning on this bed of half baked dreams, I curl up like an almond pretzel wishing I was wrapped around the warmth of melted chocolate chips. You turned my mind into a carnival, carousels of too many roundabouts, spin me deliriously inside these violent waves and rushing lava flows. I have been counting sheep and chasing cars, played lullabies and uttered lost riddles to the stars tonight. I have climbed the mountains high and touched the clouds above the seas. I have walked these shores of pure white sand and saw your reflection on the moon at night. This train of thought is completely off track or maybe I am just lost in time.                         Tell me, why is it so hard to fall asleep?

She loved him with so much certainty
It shattered their worlds apart
Then the truth pierced her
Like shards of glass
It cut too deep
And she bled with his lies.

I will continue to write about you
Of all the things I love about you
The way you make me feel
How I long for the comfort I find in the warmth of your hands
And your scent that still lingers in my head
I will pour these out
Until my mind is emptied of the thoughts of you
Until my heart crisps like autumn leaves
And when the hopeful rays of sunshine
Give birth to a new found love.

Let me keep you
In the vortex of my memory

Though unreachable,

But even just the very thought of you,
Let it spark the insides of my heart.

If I can, I'd love to take you on for a ride, or maybe for a swim or even fly you to Spain
If I can, I'd love to sing you a song, or maybe we'll dance above the moon or even treat you for an ice cream at noon
If I can, I'd love to walk you home after midnight in June, or maybe we'll laugh to the stories we tell or even just gaze at the stars in your eyes
If I can, I'd love to take you away from this house you've built on misery and tears, where your windows scream of what could have been, where the bleeding past constantly knocks on your doors, where shattered hearts make your bed at night, where cold has been your warmth, and where darkness only sees the light.
But you said, "I'd rather stay so you can learn to love again and I'd rather stay so you will know what happiness really means, to be wise and strong again.
"I'd rather stay and take my time so you can smile and be whole again."

Ang tula ay isang wasak na puso
At isang nababagabag na isipan
Na lumalakad sa mga bubog ng alaala
Duguang mga paa, saan ka pupunta?
Lumuluhang mga mata, ano ang iyong nakikita?
Kung ang kahapon ay nilisan na, sa pagsikat ng araw mananatili ba?
Kung ang sana ay isang mahigpit na yakap, kakapit ka ba?
Kung ang mga halik ay matamis na panaginip, gigising ka pa ba?
Kung ang kanyang mga kamay ay pangako ng isang umaga, bibitiw ka ba?
Ang tula ay mga salita ng unang pagkikita at mga yapak ng paalam na.

I wanna talk about you
And the things I miss about you
But you see, my pen is broken
And my heart has lost its rhythm
The words are crooked
And the paper is nothing but rejection
But let me just write this down
You were the kind of love
I planted on a flower ***
You were the kind of love I watered with silence
And you were the kind of love
That blossomed from a distance
And you were the kind of love that was just as equally painful
And yet it was also as hauntingly
beautiful.

Even when you're broken
I will still embrace your sharp edges
And with my scarred body
I will love your pieces

You are a breeze
That storms my heart
And in the rubble of things
I always find my pieces
Then I look at you
And my wreckage is rescued

We are like ocean waves
Crashing on the shore
We are certain
But we keep on turning away

I laid the cards on the table
And it was a gamble
Ace of hearts, I bet
You treated me like the rest
But I chose to play
And it made you stay

The cards were shuffled
King of hearts,
I am baffled
I drank the wine
And you were drenched in time
You've seen me fall
Broken and bruised

You laid the cards on the table
A second gamble?
Queen of hearts, I bet
My heart is weak
But you started to play
And it made me stay
Jack of hearts,
You knew right from the start
That we already played this part

When you write, your emotions start to stab you
Then you bleed with words unveiled by the beauty of your pain
You sweat with beads of warm memories hanging from your past
That slowly trickle down your neck choking you until your eyes water with the love that has long been washed away
When you write, you become vulnerable, exposed as you strip down your mind
But there's freedom in writing, a sense of joy that somehow, somewhere, a message is getting across,
To break a heart, rebuild a soul or tear down walls.
When you write, you bleed but you're still alive.