countenhear

1,2,3 I was counting lizards on our ceiling
I hear noises from outside
Noises that will be part earth’s horizon
Off as my light went out…everything was hidden on darkness

3,4,5 I was counting advertisements on tv
I hear dogs barking, and cats meowing
The sofa was soft as I was lying
Watching shows that networks do for living

6,7,8 I was counting text messages on my mobile
I hear my keypads being pushed as if they were spelling out
every letter i put in.
The bed was ready to be laid on but i still refuse.

9 and 10 I was counting how many hours have passed and I still think of you
I hear the alarm waking me up and saying a bright morning
but every day that passes, 1-10 would still be 1-10 if only you were right here with me...

....then every number wouldn't be the same

bro/ken hearted

she was my world were all the things are in their right places
she was the one who puts glimmer in my eyes,
she was the panacea for a lifelong of unbearable venom
she was the missing piece in my life's puzzle

one day i realized that such move can be risky
risky that it can break us apart,
apart where hatred and pain are sandwiched by life's destiny
destiny, yes destiny that is not for us, but for her to someone else

if ever i knew that things would happen this way
then, i should've waited longer, where everything else were ripe
ripe, where it can be picked and be enjoyed by two
the two whom equality of love and comfort will be a commitment

every woman i see, i see her in their faces
a face that i know will remain up to my deathbed
remain not only because of love but more of pain and disappointment
pain and disappointment that will remain as scars in my mind

now i see she's in cloud 9, in someone else's hands
dynamites keep on exploding up in my mind down to my heart
the reason for living is not anymore important
important, because time is too short, and the venom is engulfing my whole body

maybe there is a reason , yes it's a reason why we both didn't became as one
the reason i do not know...maybe were just two opposite poles that do not collide
or there is something in me that doesn't satisfy her, or is there really more to life
more to life that she looks for, that more to life that she found with someone else,
and not with me.