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Pahinga

Ako'y magpapaalam dahil ako'y napapagod na Batid ko noon na hindi ako susuko, Di mapapagod at nangakong ipaglalaban ka Na muli tayo'y magkikita Kung saan ka masaya Ngunit batid ko rin ang 'yong kasiyahan Kasiyahan na kung saan wala ako riyan Titiisin ko naman Isusulat ko nalang 'to sa puso kong nasasaktan Na kung saan wala ka namang alam Ibubulong nalang sa hangin Ang nais kong mangyari sa atin Dahil alam kong wala kang pake sa kin Anong magagawa ko kung ika'y di rin naman magiging akin Pasensya na, mahal kita Paalam na, mahal kita Papagod na, mahal kita Magpapahinga na, mahal kita.

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The Uncertainty • 7/12/18 • 12:09 NN

In the middle of nowhere

I found myself drowning

overwhelmed to the uncertain

holding on with doubt

in the midst of chasing after you

or choose to stop the uncertainty

I’m in despair

thinking what to do

hoping you could appear

one day in reality

not just in dreams and uncertainty

my mind wants to escape

the heart don’t

tell me what is more consequential

so that I could follow

the right path going near you

or going far away from you

how could this be happening when

we didn’t even said goodbye

nor hello didn’t work

you’re special to me

I know and should always know

that I am just a stranger to you.

But there is something persuading inside

whispers ‘wait and see.’

Dear you. I’m tired of this uncertainty.

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Finding Words: No Words

7/11/18

I’m finding the right words to describe how I feel about you. Finding words that cannot be described. Finding words that doesn’t exist. Finding words that no one can understand.

The pen can understand how incomparable the ink is but it cannot write anything on the paper. No one in the world can see how i’m feeling. All they know is that this feeling is relevant. Ceterus Paribus! The pen just want to write but no exact words can narrate what is going on inside. Just like the ink inside the pen, the pen serves as the fortress of the ink. Baby, i’m at my comfort zone trying to come out with exact words. “To write is very easy” that statement is definitely wrong for someone who is crazy about you.

Hey mister four-eyed!  Mister Bespectacled! Yes this is all about you. We didn’t even talk. I didn’t even hear you call my name nor see you smiling at me. How pathetic isn’t it? This may sound ridiculous but each day it’s getting deeper and deeper. Everyone said that the more you hide your feelings the more it gets deeper. Ciao! =(