An empty canvass

by: Jules Fred C. Batisla-ong

Lying down rolling over to the sides 
My mind’s asleep but my eyes open wide 
Memories keep flashing back to me 
As happy days fades, why can’t it be me?

What have I done to deserve this?
Coz I am longing for your embrace..

The pain remains further than I thought
In exchange for the happiness you brought
Sends the shiver deeper in my spine 
Dreams we made are all entwined

Do I really have to do this?
I am waiting for your return…

‘Cause this canvass is still empty
And the paints dried up 
When it’s only you makes the art
Of these images that fall’s apart.
And you who is the painter 
Of this scenery I’m looking down 
The way you brushed away
Goes the same with the colors that fades in me

Dear, is there in anyway?
That you feel what I’m trying to say
Is there a point of telling me?
What’s inside of you?

Is there really an after life?
Until then I’ll be waiting…

Honey please tell me now..
Do I still have to wait?
For the clock ticks the 24th hour
And my soul starts to levitate..

I’ll be there to wait
I’ll be there to wait
I’ll be there to wait
I’ll be there to wait