Natutuhan kong pakisabayan ang mga alon sa dagat
Sa aking paglangoy, dama ko ang malamig na tubig na dumampot sa aking balat
Nawa'y matutuhan ding pakisamahan ang mga alon sa totoong buhay
Na humahadlang sa mga pangarap kong ayaw mawalan ng saysay
can i tell you something? i don't think about you anymore.
can i be honest? i lied.
I love you because you demand your dreams into existence. I love you because you love the skies in peach, light orange and a shade of purple. I love you because you always made me think of the starry night when I'm with you.
you left me with the fork. what's the use of this when all that we had was a soup?
You told me I was the moon and you are the planet. You promised to love me eventhough I have different phases. I found out that you are the planet Mars and I am not your only moon.
why do most writers and poets write about pain? yes, why do i write about you?
Someone asked me to paint
I painted the usual sunset
The painting includes two of my emotions in it
It's the feeling of happiness, to be with the cosmos or float in space
And the feeling of emptiness, as empty as the null set
deep conversation under blanket of stars,
who are you when i am not watching?
can i trust the same man i love?
who are you when the sky is full of stars and i'm not by your side to gaze at them?
can i assure you won't look for another woman to watch the pretty sky with you?
break my heart and you'll see memories of sunset, sunrise, skies in pretty colors, rain and flowers
break my heart and you'll see a map of galaxies
break my heart and you'll see laughter and smiles of children
break my heart and you'll see all of these in shattered pieces
— The End —