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Cool are the drops, that showered the skin.
The drops, a gift from heaven.
Cool are the drops that sheltered this hymn.
The hidden hymn of the broken.
Never to be heard, never to be seen.

Warm are the tears, that humbled the heart.
The tears, of being apart.
Warm are the tears coming from the heart.
That inspires the dying art.
Always fleeting, always afar.

Plenty are the memories, within the soul.
The soul, the longing soul.
Many are the dreams, residing the fool.
Who owns the gaping hole, within a lonely core.

Cold is the wind, together with the rain.
The wind that blew away the dreams.
Cold is the rain, together with the wind.
The rain, this rain, might resolve the pain.
The wind and rain, melting my chains.

I felt the rain when she left,
the drops, the wind and the gaping hole.
I felt the rain when she left,
for I am the soul of the longing fool.
I felt the pain, and I felt the rain.

Ang tulang ito...

may titulong Ingles.

Ingles man ang titulo.

Pinoy ang laman nito.

Kung bakit sya ganito?

Ewan ko.

Pag Ibig ba ang paksa ko?

sa pagawa ng tulang mahiko?

Mahiko nga ba?

Bat kya ang gulo ko?

Sadyang di na matuto.

Utak nga ba ang problema?

o pusong magulo?

sa paggawa ng tula...

Dapat ba munang tulala?

Sobra nang nakakalito.

Ba't ba nababaliw?

sa sarili ay naliligaw...

naliligaw,naliligaw sa mundo ko.

Ba't nga ba may baliw?

produkto ng tula ko?

O, sobra sa aliw?

Ang buhay pag cneryoso nakakabaliw.

Pag hindi naman...

Nakakaaliw...

Pero alin ang mas maganda?

ang seryosong baliw?

o may topak na nakakaaliw?

Ang pag ibig daw nakakaaliw.

Ano ba talaga?

Nakakabaliw o nakakaaliw?

Ako?., Bahala na...

Itlog, manok o sisiw??

alin man ang mauna..

Basta!! ayoko na.

Paranoia...

Much worse than Euphoria.

Don't mix love with it.

Or else..You'll see.

Remember when I touched your cheeks with my death-cold toes?

How you moan in pleasure as it glide down your pride?

The electrifying thought of that intimate act

when I finally succumbed to your Adonic stance?

It was a time of ecstacy.

It was a wonderland.

The heat of your skin deeply presses into mine

as you push harder.

Harder.

Harder.

Shrieking voices conquered the hushed world;

Purity escaped from a narrow road.

One night was all it takes.

A pocketful of lies when you know and i know,

that we're owned.

Possessed by the desire to untangle those bonds,

we seized the night

with your lips slithering by my lips.