I Always Have Something To Write About

I always have something to write about and it haunts me,
The feelings, pushing me to translate them into words
I always have something to write about and I'm bothered,
The words, pushing me to write them in paper.
I always have something to write and I'm scared,
That something hidden will be seen in me.
I always have something to write about,
But I chose not to write,
because there is something behind every cheerful smile
that only my pen and paper could understand.

Ikapitong araw
Simula ng ikaw
Ay huling nakausap.
Ako'y nanabik,
Kaibigan matalik,
Na ika'y maramdaman,
Na ika'y masilayan,
Na tayo'y muling magkita,
Ngunit wala atang mahihita,
Sabi mo'y ika'y abala,
Ako naman ay tulala.
Nagmumukhang kawawa,
Wala akong magawa.
Bakit ba kay tagal?
Ang puso ko'y napapagal.
Lubos akong nag-alala
Naghihintay, wag naman sana sa wala.

Kung nabibili lamang ang oras,
panahon at mga araw,
pag-iipunan ko, mabilhan lang kita.
Ngunit kahit bilhin ko
ang lahat ng oras sa mundo
Hindi parin kita makakasama,
Mahahagkan, Mahahawakan
O masisilayan man lamang
Kung ikaw na mismo ang may ayaw.