Little by little,
You will crave my touch darling
Just like how the sea water needs to collide the shore

Little by little,
You will realize that you need me darling
Just like how your lungs need an air to breath

Little by little,
You will fall in-love with me darling
Just like how the stars are gradually falling from the sky

And I will patiently wait for you darling
Just don't take too long
Or else, little by little
*I'll realize I don't want you anymore

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                                  kita
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       ­                                                                 ­                                  iiwan

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           ­                                                                 ­ kita
                                                        hin­di
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If only my heart had words to speak
It would tell you I am here, I am here
I give you a piece of myself
Do with it what you please

And if these hands could challenge my resistance,
They would have found their way into yours
Clumsy and nervous
Waiting for your fingers to vine into mine

If my feet led me,
They would sprint towards you
and choreograph our steps
They would not let me leave your side

But they will not, and love will not leave us
And my lips may not press onto yours,
but these dreams will suffice

For now, words are all that holds us,
and the hope of what is fate
The dancing stars in an upside down sky
and the exchange of a morning grin

And my heart cannot speak,
so heat blooms inside of my chest
but one day it will,
when we are both ready

You endure the pain of laboring words from your insides
Like giving birth to a new life
Bare your whole soul and let them bleed into a piece of paper
And this process repeats over and over and over

But then your precious child was stolen
You're slowly eaten by anger, your teeth gritted
You're reminded of the emotions you put into creating that child, including the pain
You want to vent the anger, your hands shaking

But you cannot do anything but to punch in the wind
Though your patience is weighing thin
You felt molested, violated
You're just hoping they wouldn't forget about the rule that is golden

Tatakpan ko ang aking mata,

Upang katotohana'y hindi makita,

Saki'y wala ka na,

Tumakbo ka papunta sa iba,

Pilit kitang hinabol,

Ngunit walang napala hanggang sa mahapo,

Ang liwanag nang kahapon,

Bigla na lang naglaho,

Pirmeng nakatingin sa lupa kung may bakas ba,
Ngunit sa kapal ng dilim mistulang bulag na.

Nasasaktan ngunit kailangang manahimik,

Para bang sa lalamunan ko'y malalim na tinik,

Takpan ng ngiti ang pait,

Tanggapin kahit na sobrang sakit,

Kahit ano namang sigaw ang ipilit,

Hindi mo rin naman maririnig,

Himutik ng puso ay patatahanin ko,

Mananatili na lamang pipi upang hindi na makagambala pa sa'yo.

Minsan kong narinig sa mula sa iyong bibig,

Mga salitang nagbigay ng ngiti na hindi madadaig,

Hindi mapapantayan ng kahit na sino man,

Ngunit nang lumisan ka noon ko natutunan,

Ang mundo ko'y tumahimik,

Wala ni kahit anong imik,

Hindi parin mapakali pero nangungulila sa'yong halik,

Haplos at yakap mo'y di na madadama pa,

Labis na katahimikan mistulang bingi na.

2052, 2069 or 2075?
A bottle of Coke everyday
Much earlier perhaps

An accident?
Due to old age?
For sure it'll come so sudden

Ah, I should prepare a list
Of accounts and passwords
For my sister to access

She will have to put a year after '1992 - ',
Update my status to 'deceased'
And respond to the grieving comments too

Brace yourselves for the loving messages
And stories of how amazing I was
That will sure flood from my funeral's guests

They will range from people I hold dear
To people I barely know
And from those who doesn't really care

It will be fun to watch from the sidelines
And a little sad too
To see them desperately hold on to what's gone

I guess that's the joke of life
You'll know its importance once its out of your hands
I guess I'll have fun, while I'm alive

Oh the irony!
I am celebrating my birth
By writing a poem about my death