"Dreams are windows to other thoughts. They tells tales of could have been's, should have not's and I'd rather do's.

Me.
With my aquarium eyes,
I'm losing sight of you.
I need to take that chance and take myself beyond,
to the unexplored blue.

I've never felt the weight of your stare.

I'm tired of waiting,
That, I don't want to do.
I'm tired of your promises.
Hear them, I don't want that too.
I no longer care.
I won't even dare.
I'm going back to that time,

My mind breaks open,
As you walk past my lonesome eyes.
But I’m still not quick enough,
To express my feelings that sit inside.

We’ve exchanged a thousand smiles,

Mystery Woman,
Life is good when you're near.
Butterflies fill my heart,
there is little to nothing to fear.

Mystery Woman,
I never tire of seeing you.
Your eyes glitter a certain paradise,

I know you enough.
Fiery storm of emotions.
Mostly filled with pain.

I know you enough.
Hurricane of emotions.
From you I'll abstain.

Within your vision,
You start flooding me with love.

It was strange not see
any of these things
that were happening around
you and me.

The sky dimmed to black,
The day that,
you came back.

The sea had gone dry,
That moment when,

A boat ripples the waters
slowly navigating through . . .
Observing questions to find their answers,
analyzing each and every clue . . .

Little is known at this time,

you told me you'd stay and stick around
you not here, all gone; that's what i've found

waiting by the phone anxious for that sound
it never rang, it never happened; that's what i've found

"A loser is somebody that tries and fails while a coward is somebody that does nothing at all.

Ang mga pulang mata ng pag-ibig, sumisilip sa dilim.
Ang tingin mo ay nakakasilaw, puno ng langit at mga bituin.
Ang kirot ng aking damdamin ay parang katulad ng kagat na may kamandag.

I meant to go to school early,
but I couldn't find my car keys for the longest time.
I had wasted a good portion of the morning,
Kind of like when trying to look for words that rhyme.

If courage was a mountain,
I wouldn't be a hill.
If faith was a fountain,
I'd be overflowing to spill.

If love was an object,
it would be my desire.
If hate was the truth,

Misunderstanding you,
Misunderstanding me.
None of that matters,
Because this poem you will never see.

Because you hate me,
Because you aren't my friend.

Before I focus on you,
I'll focus on me.
That way I'll be that closer to perfection,
when comes the time that it's you I have to see.

I'd rather jog than run.
If I'm too fast,