Pag Ibig

Gaano karaming beses ka na ba nag mahal kaibigan?
Isa, dalawa, tatlo, apat, sampu?
Gaano karaming beses ka ng nasaktan?
Isa o Dalawa?
Gaano karaming beses ka ng nag patawad at sinubok makalimot dahil sa pag mamahal kaibigan?
Isa? O wala pa?

Yung tunay na pag ibig daw kahit anong hirap at sakit ang pag daanan kung talagang mahal mo e WORTH IT daw yun.
Kasi daw yung yung TRUE LOVE daw minsan lang nararanasan sa buhay ng tao.

E paano kung nag tiis ka nga pero hindi naman kayo sa huli?
Worth it parin bang maituturing yun?
Paano ba nalalaman o malalaman na Worth it nga lahat ng ginagawa natin para sa isang tao kung wala naman tayong assurance sa happy ending na hinahangad natin?

Gaano pa ba katotoo yung salitang pag mamahal ngayon?
Kailan ba dapat sumuko?
Kailan ba dapat mag patawad?
Kailan ba dapat umiyak?
Kung makakasama ko siya habang buhay? Worth it ba yung sakit ngayon? Deserving ba ako sa sakit na nararamdaman ko ngayon dahil sa sobrang pag mamahal sakanya?
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Walang Katumbas

gumising ng magkasama sa bukang liwayway ng umaga,
sa init ng yakap at tamis ng halik na walang kagaya,
sa bawat pag kilos, ikaw ang sanhi at ninanais na makuha,
sa puso kong ito, ikaw lang habang buhay na sinisinta.

sa haplos mo’y napapawi ang takot at pangamba,
na baka bukas wala ng saysay ang buhay at sawi na ang ligaya,
ikaw ang tanging dahilan ng ngiting puno ng pagasa, Na ang bukas ay liliwanag sa atin ng mapayapa,

ni minsa’y di mapapaisip kung bakit ikaw ang ninais na makamtan, ang piniling pagsakripisyuhan ng puso’t kayamanan, dahil sa totoo lamang ikaw ang nag pukaw sa puso at isip na tunay na kaligayahan, mas naging matagumpay, maayos, at mabuti ang aking kinabukasan.

sa bawat pag tatalo, luha’t pighati ang naiiwang bakas, ang sakit na naidulot, sa isip ay di kukupas, ngunit kailanman hindi magsasawa na hagkan ang lunas, yun ang pag mamahal natin sa isa’t isa na walang katumbas.

Dec. 10’13

From North to South ♥

I’ve always thought that he is perfect and so I have loved him, then I realized that he is not perfect, no one is, and I have loved him ever more.
His life is compassionate like the gentle river of Allison Krauss,
His hands are warm as the spring of June 2012,
His words and deeds are sweet as getting revenge,
His eyes are alive as the box jellyfish of Australia,
He is intimidating and sometimes peculiar but still I love him that makes me forget his flaws most of the time,
He is the only one who can make me think and look like an idiot,
He is the reason behind everything as of my forever,
He can be so matured and childish at the same time, that makes me love him so much .
I love it when he run his fingers from my hair to my back,
I love the smell of his navy blue shirt,
I love watching his eyes while staring at me,
I love leaning on his shoulder and lap,
I love those good mornings and good nights after those point of time,
I love that feeling when his hands is on my knee.
I love it when he kisses me on my hands and forehead.
I hate his thinking light, a sore to my eyes.
I hate his slovenly house and desk,
I hate it when I cant win an argument with him,
I hate his attention seeker ex girlfriend.
and most of all I hate it when we’re apart.
He is indeed,
The reason why I am in love this much,
The reason behind my random smile.
The reason behind my snickering laugh,
and he’ll be the only reason behind my broken heart.