I can fell that loss
And you we weren't even close .
Why I'm still thinking about that?
Why can't those voices just shut,
Leave my head be
And let me drift away,
Somewhere far away from here,
Somewhere where I can be clear?
Or somewhere where we'll be close?
Maybe you were chosen
By the God to leave us sad down here
So you can be crystal clear?
BINABASA MO ANG
Lame Thoughts
PoetrySome lame stuff. Someone told me that I should write poems, but I can't write poems. But if you're intrested, you can read.
