hyera

                Iblis to his lump of clay: 
          
          And if even forever runs dry beneath my love for you,
          I’d plead with the gods to let me live a thousand more lives
          to lose you, find you, and lose you again,
          until the universe grows tired of our names.
          
          And if eternity still fails to contain my love for you,
          then let me shatter time itself just to begin again.
          I’d die a thousand gentle deaths and rise from every one,
          just to find your eyes in the crowd once more.
          
          I’d walk barefoot through heaven’s silence,
          and kneel before hell’s fire if it meant hearing your voice.
          Even when stars burn out and the world forgets my name,
          I’d drown in every lifetime just to breathe beside you once again.

Roses are red, 
          frogs are green, 
          the sky is never blue, 
          nor is the sun truly yellow
          
          Roses are not always red,
          sometimes they wither, painted black instead.
          Thorns whisper secrets where lovers have bled,
          a kiss tastes sweeter when fear is fed.
          
          But frogs should always be green,
          their skin a warning of venom unseen.
          A single touch could rot what’s clean,
          poison is love in its cruelest sheen.
          
          Blue could be violet in the dying light,
          a shade that belongs to the edge of night.
          Colors deceive and twist the sight,
          like lovers who linger, yet never feel right.
          
          Sun is never yellow, but sickly white,
          an eye that burns through endless night.
          It peels the skin with its cursed light,
          a god of decay dressed in something bright.
          
          Lovers drown in colors that lie,
          In roses, in poison, in skies that cry.
          ’Cause roses are red, and the sky is blue,
          Frogs are not always green, the sun is yellow too.

Once again, I bought something I didn’t need, something I already had at home yet I couldn’t resist, because it was YELLOW. (⁠｡⁠ﾉ⁠ω⁠＼⁠｡⁠) I’ve always had this weakness for yellow, never stopping to think twice whenever it’s in front of me. Wait, naalala ko ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ 
          
          I once had a classmate back in senior high who had the most striking light amber eyes. Her eyes had this rare kind of glow that made it almost impossible to look away that whenever sunlight kissed them, they shimmered into a radiant gold like the sun itself had chosen to rest in her gaze. I was so spellbound that even my quiet, introverted self found the courage to speak to her, just to be closer to that light. (⁠✷⁠‿⁠✷⁠)
          
          She was a pure Filipina, no trace of foreign blood, yet her gaze alone carried the brilliance of something otherworldly. Sadly, we only met a few times because it was during the pandemic, and we never even became friends. Damn, I still think about it sometimes ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ 

Walang nakakabatid sa lihim kong pagsinta
          Sa gasuklay na buwang tila talinghaga ng ganda,
          Na wari’y salamin ng matang kumikislap sa ligaya,
          At sa mga labing may ngiting dala ay hiwaga