Bisayang Probinsyano

  Once burned by the flames of emotion, Ian vowed never to let his heart wander into the treacherous territory of feelings again. He built walls, fortified with promises of detachment, but then she walked into his life – a whirlwind of mystery and laughter. Ian found himself contemplating her whereabouts, the company she kept, and the stories she held within her enigmatic gaze. Every message from her became a beacon of joy, an unexpected glimmer piercing through the armor he so meticulously crafted. As the days unfolded, Ian's resistance waned. The more he learned about her, the more he craved the warmth of her presence. His heart, once guarded, now danced to the rhythm of her laughter and found solace in the cadence of her words. In the quiet moments, he questioned his newfound vulnerability. Yet, a simple message from her became a melody that played in his mind, resonating with the tunes of hope and connection. Love, uninvited, tiptoed back into his life, and Ian found himself wi...

In the quiet spaces where shadows play, Learn the art of solitude, a gentle sway. Not all who come will choose to stay, Yet in your own company, find your way. Amidst the echoes of fleeting bonds, Discover strength in being alone, responds. Not every heart is meant for an eternal dance, In self-embrace, find resilience and enhance. The fleeting footsteps may fade away, Yet solitude unveils a realm to survey. Through the whispers of the passing breeze, Learn the language of self, find inner ease. Not every soul will be a constant guide, In the solace of self, let resilience reside. The fleeting moments, the transient bliss, Teach the heart the beauty of its own abyss. For in the dance of solitude's gentle art, You find a sanctuary, a self-made chart. Learn to be alone, a profound decree, Not everyone stays, but you'll always be free.

  In the shadows, your pain unfolds, A tale of hurt, a story seldom told. You sought refuge, found a tempest's storm. Love turn perilous, a silent norm. I hear your whispers, a plea for air,  A sanctuary lost, a dance with despair. In your eyes, a world of aching hold, I stand here quietly, as your stronghold. You place trust, yearning to find,  Security, solace, peace of mind. Yet, desires unspoken, emotions mild, Our connection is hidden, like a secret child. I wish you sensed my silent call, To mend the wounds, be your wall. I'm not him, not the source of strife, Here, in secret, to breathe life. You're not an object, but a soul in pain, In silence, I share your emotional terrain. No blame on you, just a heart of flame, Together, we'll whisper away the blame. Let butterflies revive, soar in the night,  In a world reborn, where our love takes flight. I hope to be one to set you free,  In our secret haven, find serenity. IAN

In the quiet echoes of her healing heart, A girl I like, navigating through the art. I see her pain, respect it from afar, Yet, a conflict brews, like a distant star. I honor her space, her time to mend, Acknowledging the wounds, the need to transcend. In shadows, I watch, a silent gaze, While another eases her healing phase. Someone else holds her in comforting embrace, A role I wished for, a bittersweet chase. Respecting her journey, I stand aside, Yet, a longing within, I can't hide. She finds solace in another's care, A twist of fate, a love to bear. I'll wait in the wings, with respect and grace, Hoping time aligns for our embrace. IAN