Lyrics: Therese Villarante
Music: Marlon Barnuevo
My father told me to stop posting love notes
on Facebook
when Iām without a love life
because it seems as though
Iām always chasing
instead of just
waiting
but I tell him about the fireflies.
Iāve never seen them
but if they ever appear in
a vast empty field,
I would run towards
their flickering.
And the butterflies
in our backyard,
didnāt we run after them too?
I tell him I am not tired.
I tell him I am not chasing.
I tell him I am only drawn
to things with light
and wings,
but I am a child
with no nets and no bottles.
All I have are words.