I will hate the day that I will not miss you.
That day when I can't even remember why I loved you. And how much I loved you. I don't want the day to come when I can't remember your marvelous eyes and the love I feel whenever I gaze on them. I will hate the day when I can't remember your smile and how it makes my day just to see you wear it. And I will despise the day when I can't even remember what we did when we loved each other. The memories we made and how happy and loved I felt when I was with you.
I hope I savored those moments more than I savored them.
Made the most of our time together.
Made very moment count.
Every once of love.
Because today we are falling apart.
Today, I love you.
Today, I miss you.
Showing posts with label memories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label memories. Show all posts
15.8.16
18.1.16
bagong taong tula
Hindi madaling magsimula
Ngunit sa kabilang banda ay parang lang itong pagsusulat ng tula
Kailangan mo lang pumili ng mga salita
Maghanap ng isang diwa at buuin gamit ang mga talata
Hindi madaling magsimula
Tila bang kinakalaban mo ang ilog na malaya
Gamit lang ang dalawang sagwan sa maliit na bangka
Pasalungat sa malalakas na agos na rumaragasa
Hindi madaling magsimula
Ngunit minsan ay kailangan mo lang talaga
Hindi naman ibig sabihin ng simula ay parang isang kisap mata
Bagkus ay kabaliktaran ang bilis ng isang nawawalang bula
Hindi madaling magsimula
Ngunit maari kang magsimula sa pagpikit ng iyong mata
Magdahan-dahan, tumigil at muling huminga
Isisigaw sa sarili na ang umaga ay sariwa at may dalang bagong sigla
Ngunit sa kabilang banda ay parang lang itong pagsusulat ng tula
Kailangan mo lang pumili ng mga salita
Maghanap ng isang diwa at buuin gamit ang mga talata
Hindi madaling magsimula
Tila bang kinakalaban mo ang ilog na malaya
Gamit lang ang dalawang sagwan sa maliit na bangka
Pasalungat sa malalakas na agos na rumaragasa
Hindi madaling magsimula
Ngunit minsan ay kailangan mo lang talaga
Hindi naman ibig sabihin ng simula ay parang isang kisap mata
Bagkus ay kabaliktaran ang bilis ng isang nawawalang bula
Hindi madaling magsimula
Ngunit maari kang magsimula sa pagpikit ng iyong mata
Magdahan-dahan, tumigil at muling huminga
Isisigaw sa sarili na ang umaga ay sariwa at may dalang bagong sigla
4.4.15
berde
Hindi maiwasang umasa
Sa mga oras na kasama ka
Nararamdaman na ako'y nangagnako sa wala
Isang pangarap na parang bula
Ninanais kong di pakawalan
Ngunit nang aking sinubok na hawakan
Biglaan na lang akong nawalan
Hindi ko masabing ako'y malungkot
Ngunit hindi ko masabing ako ay tunay na masaya
Patawad kung di ako makuntento kung ano tayong dalawa
Patawad kung minamahal na kita
----Tsaka ko na lang aayusin to.
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22.2.15
mali
maari bang malungkot
maari bang magalit
maari bang hindi na ikubli
ang nararamdamang sakit na pilit kong isinasantabi
maari bang magalit
maari bang hindi na ikubli
ang nararamdamang sakit na pilit kong isinasantabi
16.1.15
the message
Of all the suits, clubs, hearts, spades, or diamonds.
"The hearts is the most dangerous of all. People die of broken hearts. They have heart attacks. And it's the heart that hurts most when things go wrong and fall apart."
- Markus Zusak
"The hearts is the most dangerous of all. People die of broken hearts. They have heart attacks. And it's the heart that hurts most when things go wrong and fall apart."
- Markus Zusak
28.12.14
time
they say how would i describe you.
i say you are the fire by my side in a merciless jungle, keeping me safe for the terrors of the night
the hearth of the home i long for, giving me hope and reassuring me that i belong
thespacetomysentences, without meaning in your absence
you are spine of my favorite book, keeping me intact amidst all confusion
the aglet of my shoe laces, holding me together and not break apart
and the smooth brim of my cup, the smallest detail that when gone renders me useless
you are my strength
and you are my weakness
i say you are the fire by my side in a merciless jungle, keeping me safe for the terrors of the night
the hearth of the home i long for, giving me hope and reassuring me that i belong
thespacetomysentences, without meaning in your absence
you are spine of my favorite book, keeping me intact amidst all confusion
the aglet of my shoe laces, holding me together and not break apart
and the smooth brim of my cup, the smallest detail that when gone renders me useless
you are my strength
and you are my weakness
26.12.14
fancy
when can it be called a date?
is it when it is planned?
or when the boy gets to pay?
is it when we are considered lovers?
or maybe when we both give it our consent?
how can it be called a date?
it was not planned.
i did not pay for it.
nor we are lovers.
but we both gave it our consent.
i hope this will not be our first and last not date
is it when it is planned?
or when the boy gets to pay?
is it when we are considered lovers?
or maybe when we both give it our consent?
how can it be called a date?
it was not planned.
i did not pay for it.
nor we are lovers.
but we both gave it our consent.
i hope this will not be our first and last not date
16.11.14
once...
Everyone says goodbye. We part with a friend or a lover. But what should we do to make the parting beautiful? We have to be loyal to the process. We dare to say it is a beautiful goodbye. We remember it as a memory to be cherished not a moment that passed. It may be over but be happy that it happened.
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