You will always be my thunder

Today is a winding road that's taking me to places that I didn't want to go
Whoa (whoa, whoa, whoa)
Today in the blink of an eye I'm holding on to something and I do not know why
I tried

I tried to read between the lines
I tried to look in your eyes
I want a simple explanation
For what I'm feeling inside
I gotta find a way out
Maybe there's a way out

Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer
Do you know you're unlike any other?
You'll always be my thunder, and I said
Your eyes are the brightest of all the colors
I don't wanna ever love another
You'll always be my thunder
So bring on the rain
And bring on the thunder

Today is a winding road
Tell me where to start and tell me something I don't know
Whoa (whoa, whoa, whoa)
Today I'm on my own
I can't move a muscle and I can't pick up the phone
I don't know (I don't know, I don't know, I don't know)

And now I'm itching for the tall grass
And longing for the breeze
I need to step outside
Just to see if I can breathe
I gotta find a way out
Maybe theres a way out

Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer
Do you know you're unlike any other?
You'll always be my thunder, and I said
Your eyes are the brightest of all the colors
I don't wanna ever love another
You'll always be my thunder
So bring on the rain

Yeah I'm walking on a tightrope
I'm wrapped up in vines
I think we'll make it out
But you just gotta give me time
Strike me down with lightning
Let me feel you in my veins
I wanna let you know how much I feel your pain

Today is a winding road that's taking me to places that I didn't want to go
Whoa

Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer
Do you know you're unlike any other?
You'll always be my thunder, and I said
Your eyes are the brightest of all the colors
I don't wanna ever love another
You'll always be my thunder
So bring on the rain
And bring on the thunder, and I said
Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer
Do you know you're unlike any other?
You'll always be my thunder
So bring on the rain
Oh baby bring on the pain
And listen to the thunder

MeMoirS..

Pictures got it all...

As I glance through my photos, the old and new ones, everything flashes back at the back of my mind. The precious and unforgettable ones, the cutest one, the bondings, the happenings, the moments...all of them turned back as if travelling with a time machine that pictures out everything up to the beginning. My birth, parties, commencement days, class pictures, family pictures, pix with my barkadas, friends, relatives, and others.

I come to realize I've grown up in not-so-boring, happy and enjoy life mixed with ups and downs. I neber think of that. The dark side of my life lord over the brigth one. I took for granted the happiest, best, and he brigthest moments of my life. I am too much affected with the problems that should have been dumped iin the first place. Life I thought is really so meaningful, so precious and indeed the best gift. I realized that I'm lucky, I was given a chance to be happy, to be complete, to be human. I was dressed up with a clean clothes, neat shoes, sheltered in a dwelling where you call home, given a chance to educate in a prestige university, gifted a friend, and a family. I am guilty. I didn'y even appreciate all of this. I am demanding. I am busy picking up stones taking for granted the precious gems scattered around.

mY Wounded Child

Years ago the child in me was wounded by the world, well meaning as it was.
The scars of yesterday remain etched on my being,
taking their toll on all my days and nights.
Looking back, I can see the errors of those around me.
Little did they know the pain and suffering they would bring me.
Now that I am older I search for that loving open child that was.
But he remains in hiding from the pain that today might bring.
I want to set her free,
so that my life can be anew. But to reach her I must look
deep into pain and the past. She protects himself with
games that he plays. Games of guilt and anger and fear and resentment.
There is no winner in these games. For me to be free she must be free to act and react not as the world expects but as she feels is right.
Those around may not understand the turmoil and grief I feel for his suffering. I'm not even sure who she is anymore but I know when she comes forth that I will love her.
For she is the me I used to be and want to be again.
The me that is real.
I have missed him all these years and it is the time for her to have her say.
To guide my feelings and my growth. It is time for her to set my world right. She has been gone too long.
I welcome her now to brigthen my future and change my ways.
To help me laugh and love again in ways only she knows how.
For when she returns, you may may not know me. But that's ok,
for she will love you just the same. She will bring a smile to your face and love to your heart.

missing him....

The songs.. the road... the fone... the room, the moments, every places I go, every single second, every songs he made, even the ode he wrote... everything reminds me of him.
How can I ease the loneliness he left if everything I see, I hear, I sense reminds me of him.
Is four months not enough to burry the one-week memories we had? What's in that week? I wanna move on.




I had hurt many people because of this pride.





Indeed he told me I'm special but yes he didn't mention that he loved me,
and still I'm waiting... waiting in vain.

I'm over him...

I'm over him...he's no longer the reason for the teardrops on my guitar.
I realized the foolishness I had...the big mistake I ever did and it's loving him. He's not worth loving and he's not worth needing.
The teardrops were shed but it had drained. And left a stain on my guitar. Stain that will never be washed away for it has been sink beneath.
It's now a painful memory of the past. Part of my darkest memory. But it should remain as it serves as an accomplishment.

He WAS the reason for the teardrops on my guitar.

He WAS the song I kept singing but I did not know why I did.

He WAS the only thing that kept me wishing on a wishing star.

He WAS the time taken up and it's now enough because he's no longer the one that I need to fall into.

I'm over him!!! Jeyvee's over...