Met this stranger in a casual way
No butterflies neither rainbows
But funny how destiny makes its way
And here we are in a most unexpected scene
You and me
Carrying the bundle of joy in my arms
I could not ask for more
For both of you are more than what I have expected for
a. m.
In a span of 365 days, you never knew no one knows what tomorrow has to offer what in a day would have happen A lot has changed as the days, weeks and years changes you were never the same as you are from yesterday.
Everything happened in a snap
You and I were made, us
The moments shared were all so perfect
Your hand fits mine like it was made for it
Your smile held my breath all the damn time, it was so pure — so in love
Your eyes held a lot of promises
But we were wrong
It was never suppose to happen
It was never suppose to be made
But it was perfect
Eyes burning my back
People talk bad behind me
Blaming all the shits to me
And I don’t care
As long as you’re mine
I’m crazy right?
Yeah, crazy in love
.. Spur of the moment
.. Inevitable
Your personality
You point in life
You yourself have made me this selfish
That I want you all for myself
And that’s the least thing that I wanted to do
Because you are not mine to begin with
And will never be mine
a.m.
“Gusto kong makita kang masaya..”
(I want to see you happy..)
Your words kept me shut, it’s lingering in my mind
You don’t know how you keep me thinking
And afterwards you kissed me on the forehead
It was full of promises and hope
It made me think
Why didn’t I found you first?
a.m.
I hate seeing you,
Because it will just hurt me even more
You will only make me remember everything that we have shared.
I hate seeing those eyes,
Those eyes that once gazes at me
And letting me see how much I really mean to you.
I hate seeing those lips,
Those that once told me how much you have loved me
And keeps on giving me hope in Forever.
I hate seeing those hands,
Those hands of yours that once hold my hands so tight
It’s like saying that “I don’t want to lose you. Not anymore, baby.”
I hate those arms,
Those arms that hugs me so tight like it does not want me to go elsewhere far from it before
And once been the one I could lean on.
It’s like a dream
A special dream that will always be and forever be in my mind and in my heart, forever.
But, do we really have to be this way, baby?
Do we really have to be strangers again?
Do we really have to pretend?
Do we really have to forget?
a.m.
PS. This is an old blog from my former blogsite, just did some revision but it’s still my work. (Monday, 11th of August 2014)
You don’t know how many times I spend my night crying
You don’t know how many days I’ve spent thinking of about you
You don’t know how I ask myself, everyday, why I wasn’t enough
You don’t know how devastated, wreak and broken I was when you left
You don’t know because you don’t even care for me, not even a bit
Yet here I am still waiting for you coming back to me.
a.m.
Annwavy 