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One day I will lend this heart of mine out -- like a well-read library book -- to someone who'll decide to rip the return date straight out of the inner binding and never let me go.
~Hannah Brencher
Understand me. Iâm not like an ordinary world. I have my madness, I live in another dimension and I do not have time for things that have no soul.
~Charles Bukowski
Leslie
You were my first friend,
Forever, you will be remembered.
I have died every day waiting for you Darling, don't be afraid I have loved you for a thousand years I'll love you for a thousand more
My solitude doesnât depend on the presence or absence of people; on the contrary, I hate who steals my solitude without, in exchange, offering me true company.
~Friedrich Nietzsche
âYou have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.â
â Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice.
"I love you, most ardently."
I hope that someday when I am gone, someone, somewhere picks my soul up off of these pages and thinks, âI would have loved her.â
Nicole Lyons, HUSH
What should I do if I don't find anyone to talk to, to whom I should give my words, and who will share with me my silence?
~Mahmoud Darwish
The Last
Don't you know? Once upon a time, your eyes were my favorite though they never looked my way. And my foolish heart fluttered at a glimpse of their sparkle. But, do you know? Your eyes sparkle a thousand times brighter when you told me about her. You broke my heart in summer, while your words were all about her, I listened, I smiled, but my world was shaking. I held back my tears that night. I was defeated before the flame burned. But I was a fool because I still admired those sparkling brown eyes longer.
I guess you would never remember since it might be just an ordinary walk for you. Among the busy street, the noisy crowd, under an ordinary night sky, we walked together for the first time. I told you the story of my day, and you listened but you kept your speed and distance. But don't you know? It was one of my cherished memory with you.
Just so you know, I've always thought of you. Every waking time and in my dreams. One can say you became my habit, a routine. I almost believed I was born for you. How unfortunate was I? I've always known you never thought special of me, but I still held on much longer. You know, I once heard you speak her name in your sleep. You dreamt of her, while I was dreaming of you.
Itâs been five years. Have you ever noticed? My heart was yours for five years, or maybe even more. Believe me, I am a fool. I turned down some possibilities of romance more than once, because I held on to what I felt for you. You know, I am an honest and loyal girl. Though I never really hoped, my heart was broken twice, and you made me hate summer.
Those sparkle in your eyes when you look at me, those sparkle only meant friendship, right?
So then, our hearts wouldnât move even a centimeter closer, would it?
S.C.B
(2015)
Photo not mine. Edited.
Sana lang nagkita tayo, bago ka nagtungo sa kung saan ang halimuyak ng mga bulaklak ay mahika, at ang buwan ay siya ring araw.
Patawad.
S.C.B
(2018)
That September night
My love, I am alone. Could I ever belong? My heart misses you, though we haven't met yet. The tears I've shed from that September night, [I almost gave up] I can only wish you were there to dry, To comfort me, and coax me. Babe, unbeknown to the world, All I've ever wished is the intimacy of a hug, Would you embrace me? It'll be my first, love.
Sweetheart, my body aches for your warmth. Love, my heart swells in longing for your smile. Dearest, my soul is crying for you. [Please, find me.]
From that September night onwards, I pray to meet you soon.
S.C.B
(2021)
but what do you do
when the shadow becomes more beautiful
than the actual thing
what do you do when
the pain becomes more beautiful
than peace
She
She is a daisy in a garden of roses. The oddly peculiar yet ordinary girl, But believe me, sheâs just more than your ordinary eyes can see. She is the canvass of colors youâll look at once but will never stare. But I hoped you did.
She is the magic knight in her own world, In pink sailor suit wielding a sword, And I hope youâll remember her for sheâs always the forgotten. Enigmatic at times but people of love and care she wishes every day. Remember her, for she fear oblivion more than death at most. Remember at least, even though sheâs not the fairest,
And I warn you she lives in parallel worlds, For a chance you ever meet, Know that sheâs also a ninja, mysterious and crafty, A pirate endlessly waving her conviction to the end of the horizon, A soldier who chooses to believe in the heart of humanity, And just a girl, an ordinary typical girl.
S.C.B
Promdi.
My furry love â¤
âŚhearing loud in my brainâŚ