Love is a river, flowing through different paths with unique currents. It begins at the silent hills and valleys- a comforting home that is pure and steady. It holds the memory of childhood, the whispers of a budding dream. A

The icy breath of wind stirs the anguish within, Bitterness entwined with the night's cruel breath. I grasp my blanket tighter, yearning for rest, Seeking solace in dreams to still my clamorous state. As the stars coruscate, far away and steadfast, Their glow splintered by

Have you ever felt lost, like a ship without a sail?A world of questions, running in the air,A heart that’s searching, filled with doubt and care.But then, a gentle hand reaches out, and warm embrace,A love that’s timeless, a safe

In a bouquet of flowers, I’ll always find a tulip. Within the stars that scattered all above the clouds, I’ll always find the moon. An amount of shuffled playlist where I’ll still play my own choice and; In a room full of people,

As plain as the clouds you areFor the thoughts you never made vocal I never thought I'd like someoneWho's as nonchalant as are The way you act towards meAs if you keep making me feel unseen You keep giving me mixed signalsAnd never

When we were infants, innocent and weak, Through midnight's veil, our souls would speak, Our tears fell like rain. Cried out aloud in the flood of pain. In the shadowed hours, 'neath moonlit skies, Our mothers soothed us with lullabies, Their whispers were soft as twilight’s

In the valley where lilies dream Two hearts bloomed, creating a fire that will never dim Seraph and Nerida, ignited by fate Two souls even Death could not separate Hand in hand, they walked through valleys and meadows Through their warmth, they shared their highs

Umuulan na namanAng sayang makipaghabulanSa taong hindi ka naman sinaloAt hindi ka niya pinili sa dulo Parang hindi humihinto ang ikot ng mundoPagdating sa kanya, parang maguguho ang iyong pusoBakit sa kanya parin umaasaKahit alam mong wala kang pag-asa Dinadamdam ang bawat

Suffer,The agony, which is genuinely awful,All other grievances take a back seat tothe pleasant sadness.In its purest form, good grief.Is it bothering you how serious it is?Can you sense it?Is it killing your heart to realize howterrible the good grief

Here’s to the oneswho were always left behindfor being nice. Here’s to the oneswho were so kindeven if all they got in return were lies. To the ones who were told they’re beautifulbut never pursued. Hang in therejust a little bit more. What you