The Weakness In Me

This song is one of my favorite songs from the old Dawson's Creek episodes, wherein the series was still fresh and they released their 2nd OST cd...


I'm not the sort of person
Who falls
In and quickly out of love
But to you I gave my affection
Right from the start

I have a lover
Who loves me
How could I break such a heart
Yet still you get my attention

Why do you come here
When you know I've got trouble enough
Why do you call me
When you know I can't answer the phone

Make me lie
When I don't want to
And make someone else
Some kind of an unknowing fool
You make me stay
When I should not
Are you so strong
Or is all the weakness in me

Why do you come here
And pretend to be just passing by
When I mean to see you
And I mean to hold you
Tightly

Feeling guilty
Worried
Waking from tormented sleep
This old love has me bound
But the new love cuts deep

If I choose now
I'll lose out
One of you has to fall
And I need you
And you


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This song just reminded me of the
good old days during college...
Hmmm but dili man ko karelate ani
karon... I don't know but it still
send shivers down my spine everytime
I hear this!

Childhood Blessings

This poem was written during my overworked hours in the office. Sometimes wishing that I could just go back to my childhood days. To the times when things are way simpler and genuinely uncomplicated

I miss the old days
Those days when we just sit under that big acacia tree
Thinking of how to make the best flying kite.
And deeming a complete afternoon
With an ice-cold sago drink from across the street


I miss the old days
Just like the first time we saw leaves falling from my window
Counting them one by one as they fall off to the ground.
Not thinking on how much we would be spending this month.
Nor be bothered with chattels and charges of life.


I miss the old days
When I find myself lying next to you in the rooftop
Gazing at the vast star-lit sky, watching them take form
And the moment that your eyes widened softly
When a shooting star hurtled over our heads.


I miss the old days
When we swim to our hearts content on occasional river trips.
Carelessly jumping across the riverbed and racing with my dog, Smoke.
Special afternoons, sitting in the front porch watching the clouds,
And the comfort of silence, reckoned it to be the best times of my life.

-neiloy-