There are times when a woman has to say what's on her mind
even though she knows how much it's gonna hurt
.
torn between two lovers
When she cries
at night
,and she doesn't think that I can hear her.
She tries
to hide
all the fear she feels inside
,So I pray
this time
I can be the man that deserves
cause I die
a little each time.
When she cries
anything about me??!huh??! next time na lang!:)
herminio. herminio. herminio.
tumitig sa tao hanggang maglaway at matunaw.
gumawa ng di-inaasahang bagay.
FS class observation.
hindi kumain ng lunch.
PBB is back!:).br>
mga oras na walang magawa.
TUESDAY and THRUSDAY!.
library; socsci section.
...dead air...
comparative government and politics.
pneumochurvavolcanism.
umuwi ng mag-isa?!:(.
La Vendetta.
modules and assignments.
addition property.
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friend
Kiel
Jaro
Oyie
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Joanne
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There could be fog
Or maybe just a mist
And inexplicably I'll fade to white
Vanish, and be gone
Or it could be night
And I'll be darkly dressed,
Evading easy definition
And as your eye's distracted
By a falling leaf
I'll merge with restless shadows
And be gone
Then you will discover
What emptiness is
A space so hollow
Even its own walls are swallowed up
A quality of missing
So intense
A lack, a lack
Each hour more bottomless than the last
Until your heart cries out,
A howl of forfeiture
But it will be nothing
Ashen silence where I used to sing
And deafness
The howl must strike the right resonant frequency
A wail that echoes all to the ends of time
To fill the gaping void in whole, looping wavelengths
From the well of your soul, such loneliness
To make Siberian wolves hang heads for shame
In their convivial packs
Then, only then
Might you detect my footprints, indistinct
Marking the morning dew fall
Perhaps glimpse a puff of breath
in the cold, dawn air
You must utter
A howl so desolate, it
Jerks you from your sleep
To find me warm beside you on your pillow
And you will know how
Close you were to the brink
Of the abyss
And know what missing is
And hold me.