Maybe, just maybe...
Maybe I’m not the same as they are,
Maybe I’m not as how others would follow a rule,
Maybe I’m not as someone who would want to be enclosed,
Maybe I’m someone who somehow wants to break free.

From a bounding household,
The place where love was first found,
The place where love was first felt,
The place they said was not made out of walls,
But a place filled with love and hope.

However, I was not the same as to how I was before,
I am not the princess, they loved and behold,
I am not the angel, they reached to believed,
Maybe I’m me, I’m someone who wants to break free.

From what was once believed to be good, and how things were ought to be,
The doubts that was given, and the things my heart chases,
Are somehow against to some of their will,
And something that separates me from the things i want to do.

I want to believe that somehow I can,
That the doubts they give are out of hand,
I want them to believe in what my reality might be,
And not some teleserye conclusion they may think I might be.

This love I found, Im still ought to prove,
That this is not something they should stop me,
That this is something they should believe in,
In moments, I felt alone, in that bounding home,
I found warmth in arms, that was neither or even the ones I thought for it to be.

Maybe, just maybe,
I’m tired of being enclosed,
I’m tired of being that girl they know would follow,
I’m tired of following other people’s opinion,
I’m tired of knowing I can’t be more of what I believe I am.

Maybe, I want my actions to be a reflection of my own,
I want that the things that I do, is something they should believe in,
I want my live my life the way I want to live it,
I want to be free to do my own actions.

Maybe, just maybe,
I don’t want those eyes that looks at me, as if one small thing that I do can affect the whole of me.
I don’t want my actions to be viewed as something that is bad, I just want to feel free, I just want to feel less secured that I used to be.

Maybe, just maybe,
You should listen to me...
Listen to the words my heart wants to say,
The words that my mind has made,
The words that doesn’t contradict my actions.
The words, the words I wanted to say.

My tears fall at the sound of the rain,
Hoping you can hear it knocking at your window pane,
In every drop instill every pain,
Also the love I have been giving away.

When words fail,
And your eyes tell you how you feel.

Like how I love a little fairy tale,
Or when the world disagrees.

You're someone I never thought,
Who will change me.

Someone like me,
Someone you never thought you could be.

Rhymes flow out of me,
Like everything is just a memory,

But memories with me,
Are also worth remembering.

The cold breeze welcomes me,
The open window, the beautiful scenery,
The knock on my door startles me,
So early, who could it be?

My best mate, he once call,
Between us, who knew he would fall,
Earlier than me, faster than me,
He is the best there is.

He stands upon the door,
As if he lives on my floor,
Truth is he’s below,
About a floor or so.

He holds hot coffee and a plate of bread,
I look at him with dread,
He was startled, surprised,
My hair looks like a bird has risen.

He goes in and I rush to my room,
Brought out clothes, run to the bathroom,
He laughs and settles in,
“Look how cute you are, sleeping in.”

He waited outside, with breakfast in hand,
Scared, because it isn’t too grand,
I went out, fully clothed,
Trust me I was more than touched.

I went near him and kissed his cheek,
“What’s this? Are you sick?”
He smiled at me, and told me to eat,
I smiled and squeezed his hand, thankful for it.

When were done, we went out,
Wiping the crumbs from my mouth,
Locked the door, went to the elevator hall,
Still I’m sleepy, I could fall.

Waited more, down to the first floor,
I sighed, filled with bore,
He looked at me, grabbed my hand.
I smiled shyly, showing fond.




Stepped out of the lift,
The lobby, people-filled,
We greeted the staff and the guard,
Well, were young and it’s what we afford.

We head to school, hand-in-hand,
Now our entrance, for too grand,
We pass by silently,
Quitting the attention, quietly.

He led me to my class,
Were separated by a thick glass,
He messaged me quickly,
“See you in a bit, beauty.”

School passed by quietly,
He’s by my door, silently,
Surprised him with a kiss,
He smiled with bliss.

Went to eat for dinner,
Somewhere, but simple diner,
Got our favorites, waited.
Thrilled and comforted.

With each other we feel settled,
Comfortable with each present,
Love filled his eyes,
I looked at him as everything intensifies.

We walked home and rode the elevator,
Lifted to the 17th floor,
We stayed in each others arms,
Showing no one’s in harm.

I walked him to the door,
When the clock strucked 8:34,
He said, “Good night, sweet dreams.”
I said, “Dream of me, sweet.”

I slept, with a smile on me face,
No one else will ever graze,
Can’t wait for the morning to come,
I want to surprise someone with some.

When they said,
Things are sometimes—
Better left unsaid,
When we said goodbye?
Like those times?

I may not know what your dream was about,
But I know the reason, without any doubt.
The one reason why I appeared in your dreams,
Because that night, I was thinking about you endlessly.
Not that I have nothing else to do,
But really all I think about is you.
Even tonight, hopefully it’ll go through,
Another dream with me for you.

Happiness should you feel,
When meeting one’s love,
Its inside, thee,
You haven’t searched enough.

Sadness should you feel,
When letting go of one’s love,
Its normal, thee,
She isn’t worth enough.

Anger should you feel,
When betrayed by one’s love,
Why does it, thee?
Is it really love?

Confuse should you feel,
When asked by new love,
Answer me, thee,
Can you give me a chance?

Love should you feel,
With new love so true,
Repeated should it never be,
Since now, its me and you.

How are you?
I miss greeting you every morning.
Telling you that you’re the first thought that I had.
I miss greeting you good night.
Telling you you’re the last person whom I have thought of.
To tell you morning and night that I miss you,
—that I love you.
Are you feeling the same way too?

Hi.
I'm an unknown character to the story.
Whether I am to be named as present, or future,
I can also be a part of the past.
I am someone who liked one ever since back then,
But one liked somebody else.
And I lay instilled at the background.
That went on, years went by,
Until the day came unrecognized.
As though I tried not to fall,
Feelings are something you cannot control,
Nor predict,
It's the emotions, I’m scared to repeat.
But alas, the one that was present,
Had made herself a part of his past,
I remained at pause, I remained very still,
But his smile I didn’t want to disappear.
In simple gestures I tried to make him happy,
None of which I thought would even reach him.
But somehow it did.
And it was a wreck, an unknown character,
Has made her presence known and,
It’s something the lot has never expected.
It’s a confusion, what was I to be called,
But it’s something I and One had failed to control,
The story once again, put on hold,
No one knew what was to be unfolded.
It went on, slowly, with a beginning,
But a blur of an ending.
Feelings were once again tested,
But its vague like everybody expected.
One put up with his own self,
Went on with his own likes and continued his journey.
But I— am stuck, and I find myself not complaining.
In my place, I am confused by this,
Whether I’m just enduring or potentially waiting for nothing.
But as one has his actions contradict to his words,
I find myself stuck, once again, just again, in that world.
But past began to show, something I was expecting to come.
The slightest of hope to undo what was done,
I am afraid, that once again, I'll be back at the background,
As if I have never left that place to begin with,
And I am scared by the thought of it.
If that was to happen, I wished i have never left it.
But I am here, now part of the story.
I am ought to do something, but I'm scared to do anything.
Whether I should start and write our destiny,
Or I should stop and lose everything.

Hi.
I'm a known character to the story.
I am still to be placed in the present, or future.
But one thing's for sure—
I am a part of the past.