on autopilot i fly,
gaze the world in black and white;
everything seems to be the same–
people and places,
habits and names.
i've spent all of these nights,
filling my head with "what if's" and "why's;"
never thought of anything greater,
i'm used of being left behind;
growing old but never wise,
falling short every time.
i have some nightmares,
frightened enough to make me scared;
i have this feeling,
that things will never be alright;
but you came along,
where my expectations don't–
i still have these nightmares
but with you, i am not scared.
maybe,
this is how to fall in love–
it builds what is broken once,
the calm in your sleepless nights;
it helps to find meaning behind
of all the wounds you earned through time–
maybe, this is how to fall in love,
maybe, this is how i fall in love.
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BINABASA MO ANG
sweet dreams, beautiful nightmares
Poetryit was a beautiful dream, until it wasn't. (2024)