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There is no such thing as over
Because no matter how many times you said we're done
Not a million "The End..."
Can make me stop from loving you
Love is painful they say.
It is all about hurt, miseries, and hatred.
But believe me when I say it's not.
Because what brings you pain is saying goodbye to the person you love.
To be alone when you used to be on on each others arms.
That is what really brings you sadness.
And love is the only cure.
Spread the love this season.
Temptation to reach out
and touch his pain
to ease his worries
with all that I have.

But I am broken too.
And maybe I need someone
Just like you do.
i used to believe
that the sun rose
and the sun set
and the moon came out
and the moon hid
and that was it.
but you showed me that the sun
dances around the earth
before showing its beautiful colours
and saying goodnight.
and the moon shines bright
just for us,
so we can gaze into each other.

i used to believe that seasons turned
and the leaf fell from the tree
and that was it,
but you make the leaves flutter,
i see now that they don't fall-
they fly!
then take their place upon the autumn carpet
that will lead me to you.

i used to believe that everything just happened.
trees grew and withered,
humans existed and died
and that was it.
but trees don't just grow, they flourish
and humans live forever.

i used to believe that there was no reason for anything,
but now i see that
the whole world turns for us.
thank you for showing me that existence isn't all there is to life.
 Nov 2015 Idiosyncrasy
madrid
Para sa ulap na di ko maabot
Para sa pasang di magamot-gamot
Para sa halik na di malilimutan
Para sa akalang hanggang akala nalang

Para sa ibong di makalipad
Para sa pangarap na di ko matupad
Para sa bukas na di ko na masilayan
Para sa ating hanggang ikaw at ako nalang

Para sa bagyong di matapos-tapos
Para sa hawak na nagmumukhang gapos
Para sa panaginip na di ko mabitawan
Para sa sanang hanggang sana nalang
This one's for you.
Some days we shine so bright
Some days the light fades away
Is it me? Is it you?
Or is this love not meant to be at all?
A poem I made a year ago. I just found it written on a piece of paper and I feel like sharing it to you.
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