27 March 2005

10,000 manic depressives

that summer fields grew high, we had wild flower fever...
how i've learned to hide
how i've lost inside
you'll be surprised if shown...
but you'll never, you'll never know...

you'll never know.

sometimes, in a circus of thoughts, words could hit your heart like darts hitting balloons tacked in a board. either you say "ouch" or your eyes get blurred from the welling up of emotions which you're not so sure where they're coming from.

is welled a word?

call myself jezebel for wanting to leave...

before i say that the vows we made weigh like a stone in my heart...

i'm not saying i'm replacing love with some other word
to describe the sacred tie that bound me to you
i'm just saying we've mistaken one for thousands of words
and for that mistake i've cause you such pain that i damn that word...

i'm not saying i'm replacing love with some other word
to describe the sacred tie that bound me to you
i'm not saying love's a plaything, no, it's a powerful word
inspired by a strong desire to bind myself to you
oh how i wish we never have tried
to be man and his wife...to weave our lives...

'ika nga ni lola natalie, love is a banquet on which we feed.

andiamo mangiare. luto na adobo.

color of the sky as far as i can see is coal grey...

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