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-sigh- Valentines is very near. I would normally not celebrate it since it still feels like it would be yet another lonely, dateless valentines. And don’t tell me I should be dating, I should go out with -insert whoever’s name here- because in all honesty, there is no guarantee that I would have a valentine date or that I would have someone to love and call mine.

Darling I want you to listen
I stayed up all night, so I could get this thing right
And I don’t think there’s anything missing
Cause a person like you, made it easy to do
I’ve waited for so long, to sing to you this song

Your eyes are the windows to heaven
Your smile could heal a million souls
Your love completes my existence
You’re the other half that makes me whole
You’re the only other half that makes me whole

I think the angels are your brothers
They told you about me, said you’re just what she needs
And I find myself thanking your mother
For giving birth to a saint
My spirit flies when I say your name
If there’s one thing that’s true
It’s that I was born to love you

I want to be somebody’s last call of the night and his first thought in the morning…

I want those 5-hour conversations that ends in: “no, you hang up first”

I want the heart-racing, palm-sweating, whats-gonna-happen-next? moments..

I want the hugs that he never wants to let go of and the stolen kisses that are always the sweetest..

but most importantly, I want someone I can think of as mine and mine alone..

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Is it too bad to want? I don’t ask much…

Guitars and guys are such a deadly combination for me. I’ve always had a thing about guys who knows how to play the guitar. But not those guys who have not had a haircut in ages and doesn’t seem to know how to wash their mops, smells like a grandfather’s closet, screams their lungs out and doesn’t wear shirts under leather jackets. ewwwww not those guitar men. Just plain guys who know their way with their hands… *chokes* is it hot in here or that’s just me? But seriously…

Music knows how to melt my frozen heart and guys who knows how to make music can be very attractive. Why do I say this? I’ve fallen in love with a love song by Parokya ni Edgar (a local band) and maybe someday *wishful thinking* someone will serenade me with it…

I’ve had my heart badly broken before and just before I could pick up all the pieces, someone smashes it again. Enough of wishing, if he wants to come back, he’d come back. I love him but if he’s not willing to work things out with me, I can’t do anything about it.

I feel like a fool uncertain of what I should tell you, and what I should feel
Should I love you because you say you love me? Because you say you’re real?
But words are just words and only comes from the mind and mouth
How can I be certain if distance hinders us from finding out?

I have so many questions, about you, your life and all
Why do I have a feeling that I am starting to fall?
But a tired heart can’t be certain for it has been broken before
Can you love and accept my past, my present and more?

I want to know you better, I want to see your face,
I yearn to feel your touch, yearn to feel your embrace.
This is me. No pretence. Fragile. Afraid to hurt again
A single mother. A broken lover. Scared deeply by foolish men

Tell me if I made you smile because the thought of your smile brightens up my day
Tell me if I am the reason for your tears so I could take your pain away
Tell me if I said something wrong coz I can’t read your emotions
Tell me if you’re faking things coz I’m tired of pretensions