You my friend are very different.
The way you look at the world
As if a mystical filter coated your eyes
Only seeing the beauty in any and everything
As for I only see the bad,sad,the hurt
You and I are opposites
And that's way we are us
You are the sweet to my sour
The moon to my black sky
I am the lemon and you turn me to lemonade
My friend you are the reason why I can keep moving
I don't want this world to taint your virgin eyes
Not the way it did mine
So I'll shield you from bad
Hurt those who've hurt you
Fix your wounds
My friend never be sad
That's my job
Never feel pain
That's what I'll feel for you
Just keep being my Sun
Pull me and everyone else with your gravity
But I still make sure that they don't get to close
BINABASA MO ANG
My Feelings
PoetryNothing more than just my feelings. IDK, Sometimes it's interesting sometimes it's not. It might even sound like I'm doing nothing but complaining. I don't care. Bye
