LIke a lovestruck teenager,
I am holding onto you.
But you don’t even know me,
you never had a clue.
About the love I feel,
Or the dreams I have inside.
You don’t even think about me,
yet you’re always in my mind.
Like a lovestruck teenager,
I’m writing letters everyday.
Though I never had the guts to send ’em to you.
But I keep on writing anyway.
About the everything I feel,
And all the love I want to give.
But you were always with someone else.
And my love, you cannot receive.
Still like a lovestruck teenager,
I am not afraid to let you know.
That your smile is my favorite vision.
and I can never let you go.
I opened my eyes to a new morning.
I have nowhere to go but my spirit’s soaring.
No idea about what will happen today.
But I know there’s nothing that can cause dismay.
Good thoughts and nice flutter.
I feel the wind touching my face.
Such a very good feeling.
The air is my saving grace.
I feel most alive now.
With such a youthful drive.
I know life wouldn’t be easy.
But I don’t mind to strive.
I was never really an optimist
but it’s nice to be on for a change.
I don’t want to dwell on the bad
when positivitiy has an endless range.
It is a very dark day today.
The sun barely shed its glow.
The wind is blowing relentlessly.
Like it is telling me something I shouldn’t know.
It is a very cold night tonight.
Weather that is so conducive for sleep.
I have always loved nights like this.
But tonight this coldness is keeping me stiff.
It is a really big world out there.
Seven billion people that are trying to find their ways.
Seven billion souls are still figuring out who they are supposed to be.
Seven billion beings trying to survive every day.
It is such a mystery that in there are seven biliion people in this planet.
Yet one still feels isolated from the everyone else.
All shacked up in the corner, invisble to the world.
Imagine, Seven Billion people, yet she faces the world alone.
Clouding up in thoughts
while mind speaks frightened words.
Whispers in the wind
but messages remain unheard.
The solitude of a man,
peaceful as the break of dawn.
In a solitary room,
where love was never on.
He has nowhere to go.
No one to turn to for advice.
He is on his own.
Watching himself demise.
Alone in the silence
Left out in the crowd.
With nothing but his thoughts
and the pain screaming loud.
Truth to be told,
I need you to hold.
My Hand, My Heart.
When can we even start?
Truth to be said,
You piled up in my head.
Your smile, Your skin.
My defenses are turning thin.
That’s the truth locked inside of me.
I am already setting it free.
Now that you have it in your hands…
Are you going to tell me, Where I should stand?
I think about how the sound of rain puts me in trance
The glow of the sun as it shines with each glance
The rhythm of the wind as it passes me by
The heartbreaking part when I said goodbye.
Scenic scenes I wish you still could see
The better one you hoped that I would be.
The things I did to make you proud.
Maybe you are still watching up above the clouds.
I think about those times I spent away from you
I can never get that back.
The love you had given me
though at times I lost track
I wished I was there enough for you.
because I know I wasn’t there enough.
I wished I could have given you more.
I wished I made you laugh.
One day, We will all meet up again.
I know you will love as you love me then.
P.S. Missing you Grandma.
RIP 9/4/1930-8/31/2011
