#muntinghiling

Part 1

Her eyes sparkled whenever she hears the mention of your name. She stopped doing anything just to focus on you. She can't stop staring at you everytime you are near. She can't help but fall for you. Not the idea of you, but you, yourself. You were both sweet while it lasted. You braced yourself for you know that the end is looming. How can you say that it is the end when it never even began?

Muntinghiling

Kislap ng iyong mga mata,

Parang si Santa Claus sa sala.

Bumabalik sa pag-kabata,

Aking damdami'y nag-iiba.

Saan man ako pumupunta,

ano man lang ang ginagawa,

iyong tawang nakakahawa,

ang lagi kong naaalala.

Subalit itong damdamin ko,

hinding-hindi mo mabubuko.

Inasam kong sabihin sayo,

“Ikaw lamang ang aking mundo”.

Ayokong sabihin sa iyo

dahil oras na sinabi ko

ang natatangi kong sikreto

ay guguho ang aking mundo.

Pwede mo akong magustuhan.

Pwede rin namang maayawan.

Takot lang ako na masaktan.

Takot rin akong maunahan.

Lahat-lahat iaalay ko

para lang masabi ko sayo,

di mabubuo ang buhay ko

kapag wala ka sa tabi ko.

They found love where it shouldn't be. Right there in front of them was a heart so broken, some pieces are missing, displayed for all to see. With a delicate touch, he picked it up. Tended and cared for it, hoping to replace the missing pieces and make it whole again. Having been so happy things worked out, he never realized that he forgot to be delicate. Gone was his tender touch and thoughtful actions. The heart was dropped on a pavement full of needles. Piercing right through it, the ground smashed it into pieces. That's how contentment of what he had through tending the broken heart brought her to tears. They hurt each other and it felt like their heart was the one being pierced by millions of needles. As they walked away, the broken heart was back to square one. But the heart never lost hope that a lost wanderer will find her.

Muntinghiling