Elsewhere

And I've learned my lesson not to ignore chances.

The sunset is so beautiful,

But I would never want to look elsewhere,

But only to your face...

Not missing a second.

Sagada

But I would have changed my decisions back then,

Cause what I have now

Are pure regrets.

The mountain is still the same,

But the girl who went up was different with the woman who came down.

So I find myself wanting to go back,

And bury my regrets with the hanging coffins.

With Broken Strings

My heart is free,

But it comes with broken strings.

And I'm collecting epilogues now,

Thinking it will be different in any ways.

But it always sums up to me loving you in every way.

Fabricated

In a world of chances,

How close are we to meeting each other,

But still missed it?

And in a world of mishaps,

How close are we in coping up,

But still fall?

And so we build bridges,

Making a way to each other.

Defying fates,

Even with callused hearts.

In illusions fabricated with fairy tales,

Here we are,

Hearts pierced,

Bleeding but still beating.

Stones in My Pocket

 I'm carrying stones in my pocket,

Making myself heavy. 

But I can't just throw it,

You gave it to me.

Solace

But there is solace in your beautiful story,

Making me wanting to have mine.

My own tale to tell, 

My own song to sing,

My own poetry to read.

So there I was again and again,

Indulging into your story,

Until I'll found mine.

Secondhand Embarrassment

And the view is breathtaking,

But you already took my breath away.

So I tried to watch my own actions, 

With second hand embarrassment.

Sharp

 Just when life seems so rough, 

Whetting my edges,

Sharpening my points.

There you are...

Softening the sides of me

That are too acicular,

So I won't hurt myself.

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