jun.26.2004
We’re through, I know
But I still feel the same way for you
No matter how hard I try
I just can’t forget you
Just last night, I hardly slept
Thinking about the life we used to have
We even planned to settle down
And have kids of our own
But now those days are gone
You left me all alone
The world we dreamt is over
Now, that we’re through
I still love you
You know that it’s true
We can settle this
Please, I’m really sorry
Believe me
My love for you
Aren’t going to be through
Until after forever.
Saturday, June 26, 2004
Thursday, April 8, 2004
The J.I. Song
apr.8.2004
Have you ever felt loved
And felt bad about yourself at the same time?
That feeling is so confusing…
…consuming.
She said she loves me
But never finds me as an inspiration!
Tells me to love her for all she is,
Which is totally out of the topic.
She must’ve thought I like her,
And she might’ve thought she loves me.
There’s a big difference between love and like…
…imagine telling me that because of me she’s down,
her spirit isn’t up.
Is that love?
I am not setting up standards here,
Nor weighing what she feels for me.
My mind just shuts up the fact
That I may have liked her…
‘coz I don’t, and definitely won’t prosper.
I don’t see a future, and I’m sorry.
I’m not somebody who tries…
…who risks.
And I totally will feel guilty,
If it tried to push a relationship.
It would be totally out of sympathy,
Not like, nor love.
I’m flattered that she feels like that for me.
Of course I do.
But why does it feel like nothing but a
“Hope-it’s-over” feeling.
I don’t know how to handle this
And the way you pushed through with this
Is a turn-off.
I’m really sorry…
I don’t have the heart to hurt you,
That’s the last thing I wanna do.
I don’t have the heart to love you,
Not the way you want me to.
Have you ever felt loved
And felt bad about yourself at the same time?
That feeling is so confusing…
…consuming.
She said she loves me
But never finds me as an inspiration!
Tells me to love her for all she is,
Which is totally out of the topic.
She must’ve thought I like her,
And she might’ve thought she loves me.
There’s a big difference between love and like…
…imagine telling me that because of me she’s down,
her spirit isn’t up.
Is that love?
I am not setting up standards here,
Nor weighing what she feels for me.
My mind just shuts up the fact
That I may have liked her…
‘coz I don’t, and definitely won’t prosper.
I don’t see a future, and I’m sorry.
I’m not somebody who tries…
…who risks.
And I totally will feel guilty,
If it tried to push a relationship.
It would be totally out of sympathy,
Not like, nor love.
I’m flattered that she feels like that for me.
Of course I do.
But why does it feel like nothing but a
“Hope-it’s-over” feeling.
I don’t know how to handle this
And the way you pushed through with this
Is a turn-off.
I’m really sorry…
I don’t have the heart to hurt you,
That’s the last thing I wanna do.
I don’t have the heart to love you,
Not the way you want me to.
Tuesday, November 4, 2003
My Prayer at 12th
nov.4.2003
Living this life is like a burden.
Passing the standards is an everyday struggle.
“You must do this, not that,”
Is my Last Song Syndrome.
When will I feel they care?
They might have, but it isn’t tangible.
To me at least,
I wanna know the feeling.
That’s why I’m afraid to love, to trust,
To commit, to care or even bother.
I might’ve planned my life one-sidedly
That I forgot to include the essentials.
I don’t know where to pick the pieces.
It’s all messed up.
How will I start? Should I even bother?
Come what may.
Should I hate myself? Have I done this solely?
Can you blame me?
They were all here before me,
And yeah, my mistakes.
I know that we pass by this unwanted road
Several times during our lifetime.
I know I can cross this safely,
And aware that there’s another road waiting for me.
I bet I’m halfway,
I’m starting to have faith.
Oh Lord, I wanted you to be there.
Are you really out there?
I’m sorry Lord,
Just in times like this
We humans don’t know where to hold on to.
Just holds on to a faith; of hope and belief.
Lord, when I’m already at the other side is there another trial?
Is the road much harder to cross?
We’ll by that time I must be ready.
Just guide me oh Lord, like what you are doing right now.
Living this life is like a burden.
Passing the standards is an everyday struggle.
“You must do this, not that,”
Is my Last Song Syndrome.
When will I feel they care?
They might have, but it isn’t tangible.
To me at least,
I wanna know the feeling.
That’s why I’m afraid to love, to trust,
To commit, to care or even bother.
I might’ve planned my life one-sidedly
That I forgot to include the essentials.
I don’t know where to pick the pieces.
It’s all messed up.
How will I start? Should I even bother?
Come what may.
Should I hate myself? Have I done this solely?
Can you blame me?
They were all here before me,
And yeah, my mistakes.
I know that we pass by this unwanted road
Several times during our lifetime.
I know I can cross this safely,
And aware that there’s another road waiting for me.
I bet I’m halfway,
I’m starting to have faith.
Oh Lord, I wanted you to be there.
Are you really out there?
I’m sorry Lord,
Just in times like this
We humans don’t know where to hold on to.
Just holds on to a faith; of hope and belief.
Lord, when I’m already at the other side is there another trial?
Is the road much harder to cross?
We’ll by that time I must be ready.
Just guide me oh Lord, like what you are doing right now.
Sunday, November 2, 2003
The Dancefloor
nov.2.2003
Hold up, get closer,
I wanna hear you breathe.
Look up, go down,
And dance with me.
Let’s go the dance floor,
Where the party lights dizzy me.
Where shadows gets their groove,
Where we can get it on.
As the mood gets louder,
We suddenly became alone.
I hear the music, but the people are gone.
Are you feelin’ me?
‘Coz I’m feelin’ you.
Havin’ each other in this dance floor,
Is the best, yet.
Now we’re feelin’ it!
Chill out blued the bar.
We found ourselves blanked by time.
Have we had a fugue, blank states?
Everybody’s just chattin’ now, some have left.
Almost mornin’, but doesn’t feel like it.
We could do this forever, but today’s got to end.
I’ll wait ‘till you ask for us to leave,
And hopin’ tomorrow night you’re free.
Hold up, get closer,
I wanna hear you breathe.
Look up, go down,
And dance with me.
Let’s go the dance floor,
Where the party lights dizzy me.
Where shadows gets their groove,
Where we can get it on.
As the mood gets louder,
We suddenly became alone.
I hear the music, but the people are gone.
Are you feelin’ me?
‘Coz I’m feelin’ you.
Havin’ each other in this dance floor,
Is the best, yet.
Now we’re feelin’ it!
Chill out blued the bar.
We found ourselves blanked by time.
Have we had a fugue, blank states?
Everybody’s just chattin’ now, some have left.
Almost mornin’, but doesn’t feel like it.
We could do this forever, but today’s got to end.
I’ll wait ‘till you ask for us to leave,
And hopin’ tomorrow night you’re free.
Sunday, June 30, 2002
The Lake Hill Affair
2002
On the shadows of the oaks,
Splendid bliss between two became one.
Yellow flowers, morning dew,
Held not but cradled.
An afternoon delight it turned,
On the wood-crafted shelter.
Nothing but tea on the table,
Left ‘till near rusty sky.
The glittering orange diamonds,
Are scattered over the lake.
Four-visions remain stapled above,
To the sky, reflected crystals, it seems.
Now while lingering each other’s touch,
Oh Luna! As the guidance;
Lying on the green turned grey grass,
Saying vows, happiness –love.
On the shadows of the oaks,
Splendid bliss between two became one.
Yellow flowers, morning dew,
Held not but cradled.
An afternoon delight it turned,
On the wood-crafted shelter.
Nothing but tea on the table,
Left ‘till near rusty sky.
The glittering orange diamonds,
Are scattered over the lake.
Four-visions remain stapled above,
To the sky, reflected crystals, it seems.
Now while lingering each other’s touch,
Oh Luna! As the guidance;
Lying on the green turned grey grass,
Saying vows, happiness –love.
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