Untitled....

Every night was so messed
melancholy is never absent
my mind is full of fancy things,
things that i can't resist thinking about.

Lots of sorrow that my life has,
indeed, trying to be overwhelmed,
this life is a gift from above
and to think you were included as part of it.

As the dawn knocks, new hope sprouts.
Excitement can't explain, as I turn-on the apparatus,
at the monitor we were there, lingering.
As we type on the keyboard, conversation started.

We were exchanging our thoughts,
giving encouragements to one another.
Sharing laughter and sorrow,
which doom embraces our lives.

It's like we knew each other for so long,
though, the fact, were just getting into it.
We were like a common thread,
connected to each other, and link at ease.

As time goes by, your affection bloomed as every flower does.
But confusion on my part struggled.
I can't explain these feelings I kept inside
but one thing I know, I don't wanna lose a person like you.

Composed by me...

this was originally tribute to Bryan Abilong

April 16, 2008