elmo speaking
para kapag pumalaot ka, makikita pa rin kita.
You give me an illusion
and i want to live in it.
because you came and found me
even just for one night
in a street full of people
of different colors, and different faces
i loved you then
and i speak of you as if it is you
but it isn’t you.
The illusion of you
wakes me up
chases my mind
out of itself, and into something new.
something different
a possibility.
Would you keep me,
or will you say no, not this.
hope sometimes eludes me
gives me something unreal
i want to live
in that night
when you found me
out of all the faces
in the street of all colors
find me again.
Heartbreak Warfare by John Mayer from the album Battle Studies.
Lighting strikes inside
My chest keep me up at night
Dream of ways to make you understand my pain
Clouds of sulfur in the air
Bombs are falling everywhere
Its heartbreak warfare
Once you want it to begin
No one really ever wins
In heartbreak warfare
If you want more love
why dont you say so
If you want more love
why dont you say so
Drop his name, push it in and twist the knife again
Watch my face as I pretend to feel no pain pain pain
Clouds of sulfur in the air
Bombs are falling everywhere
Its heartbreak warfare
Once you want it to begin
No one really ever wins
In heartbreak warfare
If you want more love
Why dont you say so
If you want more love
Why dont you say so
Just say so
How come the only way to know
How high to get me
Is to see how far I fall
God only knows how much
Id love you if you let me
But I cant break through it all
Its heart, heartbreak
I dont care if we dont sleep at all tonight
Lets just fix this whole thing now
I swear to God were gonna get it right
If you lay your weapons down
Red wine and ambien, youre talking shit again
Its heartbreak warfare
Good to know its all a game
Disappointment has a name
Its heartbreak, heartbreak
Its heartbreak warfare
Its heartbreak warfare
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heto nanaman tayo. ako. ikaw.
No matter how much I think about it, I find myself wondering, and then wondering still. Because there have been whole days and nights I go on unable to speak, or at least say what I really mean.
Dumbfounded. And at the very onslaught of utterances, or rather harsh whispers, you start to crumble. they can get to you.
I miss you. Each and every day i wake up hoping I’d see you.
A gush of water, a bucketful of tears. It was never supposed to be like this.
I want to write to you all the verses you can sigh at, and say “ah this is why!” But how do I know you will say those words? How will I know that what i sought in vain to tell you is properly transmitted, understood.
If you read a recent front page story of the San Francisco
Chronicle, you would have read about a female humpback whale who had become entangled in a spider web of crab traps and lines. She was weighted down by hundreds of pounds of traps that caused her to struggle to stay afloat. She also had hundreds of yards of line rope
wrapped around her body, her tail, her torso, a line tugging in her
mouth. A fisherman spotted her just east of the Farallon Islands
(outside the Golden Gate) and radioed an environmental group for
help. Within a few hours, the rescue team arrived and determined
that she was so bad off, the only way to save her was to dive in and
untangle her. They worked for hours with curved knives and
eventually freed her. When she was free, the divers say she swam in
what seemed like joyous circles. She then came back to each and
every diver, one at a time, and nudged them, pushed them gently
around as she was thanking them. Some said it was the most
incredibly beautiful experience of their lives. The guy who cut the
rope out of her mouth said her eyes were following him the whole
time, and he will never be the same.
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(Source: spookcityusa, via smith01-deactivated20110212-dea)
and on saturdays, sundays mondays, tuesdays, wednesdays, and thursdays too.
It was on the fourth of July when I finally realized that the red ooze was not blood.
It was the red of roses.
It was the red of your hate.
It was the hate of your longing,
that just saw no end.
It was the next day that you bled most.
It was the bleeding that killed you.
- Not the wound, nor the pain (you said it didn’t hurt).
It was the losing, and the humbling,
that gave you away.
