Ang tula ay isang wasak na puso
At isang nababagabag na isipan
Na lumalakad sa mga bubog ng alaala
Duguang mga paa, saan ka pupunta?
Lumuluhang mga mata, ano ang iyong nakikita?
Kung ang kahapon ay nilisan na, sa pagsikat ng araw mananatili ba?
Kung ang sana ay isang mahigpit na yakap, kakapit ka ba?
Kung ang mga halik ay matamis na panaginip, gigising ka pa ba?
Kung ang kanyang mga kamay ay pangako ng isang umaga, bibitiw ka ba?
Ang tula ay mga salita ng unang pagkikita at mga yapak ng paalam na.

I wanna talk about you
And the things I miss about you
But you see, my pen is broken
And my heart has lost its rhythm
The words are crooked
And the paper is nothing but rejection
But let me just write this down
You were the kind of love
I planted on a flower ***
You were the kind of love I watered with silence
And you were the kind of love
That blossomed from a distance
And you were the kind of love that was just as equally painful
And yet it was also as hauntingly
beautiful.

Even when you're broken
I will still embrace your sharp edges
And with my scarred body
I will love your pieces

I fell in love with you
My ocean blue
Silent and deep
I will forever weep
For your heart I cannot keep

We are like ocean waves
Crashing on the shore
We are certain
But we keep on turning away

You are a breeze
That storms my heart
And in the rubble of things
I always find my pieces
Then I look at you
And my wreckage is rescued

Your heart beats
Like soft ocean waves
Glistening eyes
Made of purple and grey skies
Your smile beams like golden sunsets
Your breath like crisp ocean breeze
You are a mid-summer dream
Of a never ending skyline

When you write, your emotions start to stab you
Then you bleed with words unveiled by the beauty of your pain
You sweat with beads of warm memories hanging from your past
That slowly trickle down your neck choking you until your eyes water with the love that has long been washed away
When you write, you become vulnerable, exposed as you strip down your mind
But there's freedom in writing, a sense of joy that somehow, somewhere, a message is getting across,
To break a heart, rebuild a soul or tear down walls.
When you write, you bleed but you're still alive.

A song as an art form
Is poetry
Dancing on rhythms of magical word play
And inspired by the melodies of a beating heart

She loved him with so much certainty
It shattered their worlds apart
Then the truth pierced her
Like shards of glass
It cut too deep
And she bled with his lies.

I will continue to write about you
Of all the things I love about you
The way you make me feel
How I long for the comfort I find in the warmth of your hands
And your scent that still lingers in my head
I will pour these out
Until my mind is emptied of the thoughts of you
Until my heart crisps like autumn leaves
And when the hopeful rays of sunshine
Give birth to a new found love.

The paper knows
And the pen understands
That the mind is a soldier
But the heart has courage
When hellos are beginnings
But so are goodbyes
When people appear in our lives
To fall in love or break our hearts
Like sunshine lost in overcast skies.

You make my mind restless
And my heart is rather reckless
You are my sleepless night
And the reason I write
You carry a world, maybe a burden to some
But it's making you dance
To a tune I may never understand
I love watching you take every step
If only those feet are meant to dance with mine
But still you're singing the sweetest lullaby
And darling, I painfully hold on to your melody

Let me keep you
In the vortex of my memory

Though unreachable,

But even just the very thought of you,
Let it spark the insides of my heart.

My lips have never been this silent
Until the moment I heard you breathe
My mind has always been restless
Unti the moment I looked into your eyes
I never thought a storm could settle the chaos in my blood
My heart has never been this reckless
Until the moment I heard you speak
Words are supposed to be sweet
But it was citrusy
Different and memorable
To have gathered all the butterflies in the field
My feet have never known rhythm
Until they took the nineteen chocolate drizzled steps
To dance with yours

If I can, I'd love to take you on for a ride, or maybe for a swim or even fly you to Spain
If I can, I'd love to sing you a song, or maybe we'll dance above the moon or even treat you for an ice cream at noon
If I can, I'd love to walk you home after midnight in June, or maybe we'll laugh to the stories we tell or even just gaze at the stars in your eyes
If I can, I'd love to take you away from this house you've built on misery and tears, where your windows scream of what could have been, where the bleeding past constantly knocks on your doors, where shattered hearts make your bed at night, where cold has been your warmth, and where darkness only sees the light.
But you said, "I'd rather stay so you can learn to love again and I'd rather stay so you will know what happiness really means, to be wise and strong again.
"I'd rather stay and take my time so you can smile and be whole again."