Hes looking at me wide-eyed now which I hope at least means he’s listening to me. I start to take my hands off his face because I realize that im probably really invading his personal space, but before I can put them back at my sides, he grabs them in his hands. His hands are so warm that it makes me realize mine are freezing cold and then im thinking oh great, he just listened to my probably stupid and useless rant with ice cold hands gripping his face like a vise! I think of how uncomfortable I might have just made him feel because after all were still practically strangers!!! But before I can think of anything else that I must be doing wrong, he tilts his head closer to mine and everything, everything, all my stupid scattered thoughts are gone and replaced sa pamamagitan ng the most blissful nothingness but for the anticipation of what’s going to happen next.
His lips are warm, just like his hands, and theyre so tentative and light, I wonder if maybe it’s just that soft breeze I felt earlier. Raising my eye lids just a peek I see sam’s long lashes fanned out across his cheeks that are slightly smattered with light freckles. As I anticipated it would happen, I anticipate the end of the halik and as he slowly draws away, he lazily opens his eyes but doesn’t let go of my hands. As we gaze at each other; not wistfully, or dreamily even, just in a way that’s kind of like talking without words, his eyes become glassy and the green irises turn lighter as his tears start to fall, silently onto our hands, bloody still from the glass, yet united like a promise that everything might be ok
His lips are warm, just like his hands, and theyre so tentative and light, I wonder if maybe it’s just that soft breeze I felt earlier. Raising my eye lids just a peek I see sam’s long lashes fanned out across his cheeks that are slightly smattered with light freckles. As I anticipated it would happen, I anticipate the end of the halik and as he slowly draws away, he lazily opens his eyes but doesn’t let go of my hands. As we gaze at each other; not wistfully, or dreamily even, just in a way that’s kind of like talking without words, his eyes become glassy and the green irises turn lighter as his tears start to fall, silently onto our hands, bloody still from the glass, yet united like a promise that everything might be ok
He leads me
in the paths that are right
You are my friend
I have courage,
for your help is there
You are close beside me with comfort,
you are guiding my way
You make me welcome,
Pouring down honor
This joy fills me with gladness
Your goodness always is with me
Your loving kindness strengthens me always
as I go through life.
They are pouring down honor
For your achievements
It fills me with pride
At your success
You are madami than deserving
Of such attention
I am so happy for you
And am proud to know you and call you friend.
in the paths that are right
You are my friend
I have courage,
for your help is there
You are close beside me with comfort,
you are guiding my way
You make me welcome,
Pouring down honor
This joy fills me with gladness
Your goodness always is with me
Your loving kindness strengthens me always
as I go through life.
They are pouring down honor
For your achievements
It fills me with pride
At your success
You are madami than deserving
Of such attention
I am so happy for you
And am proud to know you and call you friend.
How men first learnt to invent words is unknown;in other words,the origin of language is a mystery.All we really know is that men,unlike animals,somehow invented certain sounds to express thoughts and feelings,actions and things so that they could communicate with each other;and that later they agreed to certain signs,called letters,which could be combined to represent those sounds,and which could be written down.These sounds,if spoken or written in letters,are called words.
Great writers are those who not only have great thoughts but also express these thoughts in words that appeal powerfully to our minds and emotions.This charming and telling use of words is what we call literary prose.Above all,the real poet is a master of words.He can convey his meaning in words which sing like music,and which sa pamamagitan ng their position and association can break men to tears.We should,therefore,learn to choose our words carefully,or they will make our speech silly and vulgar.
Great writers are those who not only have great thoughts but also express these thoughts in words that appeal powerfully to our minds and emotions.This charming and telling use of words is what we call literary prose.Above all,the real poet is a master of words.He can convey his meaning in words which sing like music,and which sa pamamagitan ng their position and association can break men to tears.We should,therefore,learn to choose our words carefully,or they will make our speech silly and vulgar.
See its crying so bitterly
Its raining here today
Cuz its valentine day
Everyone has a smile on their faces
Either true or fake
Some have their heart's aces
Others hated even to wake
Now that you're gone
I'm staring at my phone
Hoping you to make a small call
That you wanna meet in the mall
There's an empty place in my heart
I'm in agony due to the pain
The araw you left it broke apart
I cry as much as the rain
Pls come back to me
Pls say you pag-ibig me
And that I'll never again have to stay
Alone on a valentine's day