Like Elijah the prophet, you seem.
Upholding the beacon of God's wisdom...

Powders and liners,
Contours and curlers...

Fly little bird fly
spread your wings and soar high...

You always wake me up
In the middle of the night...

Millions of wishes yet
All I want to get is be...

Whenever he suits up
That red polo, with sleeves pulled up...

Mary lost herself.
Her wisdom goes round and round...

Lost again in his starry gazes
Amidst the crowded staircase...

May is celebrated again in Malabon,
were the infamous Bayluhan is on...

Am I falling for you?
Or you're just feeding...

I'm a midnight vodka.
Only loved me at midnight...

Jumbled between falling and ignoring,
Over a familiar face, but not my darling...