12.14.2009

ANG PAMAMAALAM.


If you only knew how I’d love to be with you. Then you don’t need to ask me to be with you. How do you suppose me to articulate things when it seems you only wanted to know the unreal things behind the veil of certainty?

Oh, to see your poker face means nothing more than longing to see what is inside of you that make me so unreal. What do I anticipate to a person when you only say things that will only help you defend yourself as if hiding so much that makes you feel sick?

Or shall I say you’re merely doing things that portray your unraveling tale of trepidation. Perhaps you really wanted to be definite of things that will be of great gain to you. Until when will you learn to set free or you really wanted to have relative study as to how and why and all the possible questions your mind can ever raised. Your head must be very on.

Oh, if only I can hold on to the fact of wanting and waiting just for you and only for you then I am disposed to lay down my cards of telling you, How I’d love to spent precious time with you.

No one knows as to when this will end… Yet this is all I can say, I’ve waited for so long and I don’t have plans to wait that long, not anymore.

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