Questions

How do you speak without words?
How do you cry without tears?
What is music without melody?
Is it like love without pain?

Why does the leaves,
Waits for the fall to wither?
Why does the sun,
Sometimes doesn't shine?
Why do people in love say,
They can touch the sky?
Then end up with,
A sad good bye.

Why do we sacrifice,
In order to gain?
Why not expect,
When you have all the hopes?
Why is there a struggle in every fight?
And cry yourself to sleep at night.

How do you feel a moment,
When it isn't even yours?
How do you smile,
When your heart is aching?
How do you read the writings on the wall,
When it is all between the lines?
Just, how do you?

Unspoken

As I try to write what I feel,
My heart still yearns to speak them.
But my lips are stitched,
And no words can be spoken.

I used to be so consciously naïve,
Most of the time, so gullible
Which lead my heart to be fractured,
Tortured and badly broken.

I stumbled and fall,
Have learned to endure pain.
I have challenged even my worst misery,
Still got through it all.

As I try to write what I feel,
I realized that a broken heart is hard to heal.
But I am glad to know,
That I have loved, lost, and will love again.

Come Undone

So much has been said
Pain overflowed from where I stand
Dreams were left still shattered
Perhaps there is no way to undo everything
We can’t replace sad memories with good ones
And you can’t give hope to the hopeless

If we look into each other’s eyes
You will not see a trace of the past
It was washed away by my tears
Why constantly say promises
When everybody stopped believing
Tell me what is the use
If all colors of the rainbow are the same?

You cannot stop the rain from falling
And the only way out is the door
So, stop catching me whenever I fall
Because I need to be here
It is a lonely place out here
But its lonelier to be with you

Predicament

Why do I feel this way? There’s still butterflies in my tummy whenever I hear your voice. Your name still makes me smile and sad at the same time. I still want to see your face, touch your hand, and feel your skin. Our past is still my favorite memory and the tears I cried for you is still my loneliest time. How could the person who broke my heart still be the one who can fix it? I fell, picked myself up, and here I am, still waiting for you to break me again. Can you tell me why I still feel this way towards you? Why can’t I let you go? Many times have I tried to look the other way but my heart tries to tricked my mind and I always find myself walking through the path I walked on when I was with you. I hate this feeling. I know you will never come back.