The Song of the Last Tear

Stay there, play the guitar

I’ll sit here, listening from afar

Tickle the strings while I fix my wings

Play your music, the curse to our broken rings.

Sit there, play the piano

I’ll hear it and I’ll tell you, “Bravo”

My heart will bleed, blood coming out clear

Look away, I’ll now embrace to death my fear.

But if you see it, please don’t ask

Believe you only see a very sad mask

My pain is not yours anymore

Worry not, I’ll find a cure to what you tore.

Tomorrow, I will wake up and smile

At the love we shared for long but seemed just a while

Tomorrow, I’ll seek answers, please don’t care

Else you’ll see the pain in me, just beware.

And I’m telling you it’s not for you to see

This pain, this nightmare haunting me

So strum the guitar, play the piano

Close your eyes, my dear musico.

Play the music that broke my heart

Close those eyes I used to see as art

Take our memories with you or leave them somewhere

And now, I’ll close my eyes to free this last tear.

The Song of the Last Tear

Aboard The Same Bus

May 14 is definitely lovelier than February 14, period.

I was getting ready to alight the bus, so I stood up and grabbed a hold on the pole to keep my balance. And that was the same moment when I almost missed the pole! What good have I done to make the heavens reward me with this? My crush was in front of me! Ooohhhh—eeemmm-geeeeee! 😀

I really hope I didn’t blush, otherwise I must have gone a little too obvious. And it’s not like he wouldn’t see me after that close encounter. Because very fortunately, we go to the same corporate tower everyday. Hahaha! 😀

 

Tuesday LOOOOOOVE, Ayna 😉

Aboard The Same Bus