say you'll come and you did in my dream

say you want my cooking
and will come for the night
i blurted "let's eat outside 'cause i haven't been to the market yet"
end of conversation.


i was left hanging
pretended that i wasn't thinking that
i retired for the night.


asleep was i and was awakened
at two you knocked on my door
i rushed to see
and you did come
a warm hug greeted me
we talked, dined and
laughed
i collapsed
and nothing more i knew.


i checked the time
my cellphone at my side
it was 6:18 in the morning
a message flashed
'good morning.ü'
and so
i smiled.

i've left my heart to the place the last time we've talked

ask me now

how i feel

there's nothing left

'cause i have left

my heart

as well as my thoughts

to that place

sacred to me

the most.

if ever you'll go

back to that place

don't ever pick my heart

as well as my thoughts.

love letter

i used to write love letters back then and i love receiving one. at this age where cellphone, e-mails, facebook and other networking sites invade our lives, i still write letters. it is the sweetest form of communication for me. it's actually full of emotions and feelings plus mystery.

love letter for my han