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They ask

And I questioned myself.

I wondered what’s wrong with me

I wondered what others may have that I don’t

I wondered

Had self doubt

Felt lonely

I wanted to get away from everyone

I felt ridiculed

I was hurt

They question me…

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Wilted

I would have accepted him

Just as he was

With all the flaws

Imperfections

And quirkiness

And if he gave me a wilted rose

I would have taken it in a heartbeat

From Afar

I loved him from afar

Tracing his features, drawing it in the air.

I took note of those gorgeous eyes that at one moment can be so calm

And the next, might spell trouble.

His natural smile and contagious laugh that instantly makes everything fine.

His hair, rugged or kept, makes him no less handsome.

.

And then there’s his voice

Smooth, soothing, calm, gentle.

Oh that voice!

I love the way he talks too.

Intelligent, friendly, sometimes awkward

But always a gentleman when he speaks.

Never wanting to hurt or say something bad to others.

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He is the complete package as others would often say

For me, he is a man straight out of a romantic novel I’ve read sometime before.

And though I can only love him from afar,

I know this feeling is anything but fiction.

Anonymity

No one sees

No one knows

Gain the popularity

But keep the anonymity.

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All the fame

All the attention

Become a celebrity

But still keeping the anonymity.

Imong dagway ang ako makita

Inig piyong ug buka niining akong mga mata.

Sa damgo ug sa pagmata

Ikaw pirmi ang gipangita.

Hinaot imong masayran

Ang pagbati nga di kabayran.

Ug hinaot ang akong dagway

Mao sad ang imong pangitaon kanunay.

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Your face is what I see

When these eyes are closed as well as when they are open.

In dreams and upon waking

I look only for you.

I’m hoping you would know

This unfathomable love.

And that it is my face

That you seek for all the time.

Beauty in Death

A flower about to wilt is just as beautiful as the one blossoming.

People don’t acknowledge it, but there is beauty in death too.

I seek the love I hope to be true

Or rather, I sought it before.

I used to think I was empty or just a half

I used to think I needed more.

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Someone wanted to give me the world

But I only wanted him to be real and true

Extravagance was not what I wanted or needed

And so his heart I made blue.

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I do not regret being alone, going solo

I’ve long accepted my complexities

I know it’s hard to love me

And they can only hold so much capacities.

If Not, I will Be

Sometimes I say I’m fine,

Even when I’m not.

Sometimes I pretend so shine

Even when the hurting hits the spot.

Sometimes I pretend to be alright

Because if I’m not yet, I know I will be.

Died With It

Too quick

Too soon

No breaks

And it skyrocketed to the moon

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It ended as quickly as it started

And whatever might have been,

Prematurely died with it

Dance With Me

Take my hand so I can lead you to the dance floor

Spin me around

Hold me close

Hold my hand tight and don’t let go.

The ballroom glitters and shines

And suddenly the moonlight has lost is glow

As your eyes captures every single light and moment

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