Best Years of My Life

Night after night and day by day,
I celebrate the freedom...
I follow the trail that fate has paved,
and cry for the best years of my life!

Because heaven has blessed me with irreplaceable treasures,
found in the dearest of friends...
Though moments spent have become memories,
I cherish the best years of my life.

As I watch the sands of time slip through my fingers,
I recall the smiles brought upon my face.
As I run to the arms of loved ones,
I feel the warmth of the best years of my life.

Angels I have met throughout the journey...
feeling the air of heaven as they spread their wings...
finding contentment through comforting stares...
now I could rest because I've experience the best years of my life.

To those who walked with me, held my hand and stayed beside me, thank you... =)
Hugs and kisses!

Then

Watch the raindrops trickle down the windowpane...

Be engulfed in the mixture of emotions

and just let the tears fall down.

Then, heave with every breath of sorrow.

Speak the language of the soul,

muttered by the anguished heart;

just taste the bitterness of love's past,

then, let the tears dry on your lips.

Let it dry. Let it die.

Let the wind wash it all away.

Let the rain cleanse the pain.

Then, let the night freeze the heartache.

As you turn around and face your own reflection,

look beyond the pretentions of your eyes...

See that the love you have for him remains...

Then, cry even more...

until you can't cry no more...

Not Looking Back

Why love me now when it has ended?

Why express sentiments after I let you go?

It is but mere need that pulls you towards me,

a need out of desperation and unhappiness...

a yearning I may have filled before

but you left ignored and unappreciated...

This bittersweet vengeance in unintentional,

but a living proof that the heart grows tired...

weary from waiting all those times,

seeming like centuries when you left me

unwanted - unloved - always behind

Teach yourself how to move on,

the way you taught me to...
The hands of time could never go back
for we could never pick up the sands that slipped
through our fingers

Athough you reach out for just that warm touch,

no hand of mine would return to the grasp that made me bleed...

The road we used to travel has been blocked...

no longer passable...

no longer returnable...