always bother me by the end of each day,
and always do me in,
Mornings are always like your rain.
Its the same as your face.
Blunt, hard and offensive as u R.
Sometimes why do a I even bother
Give what loving patience I have.
Yes I know I am a sarcastic one
Thing is, u cant even see beyond your thick glasses,
That makes you once very,
Voluptous and alluring that made
My knees weak.
I cant even stand looking at you.
I cany rant and vent as much.
I will not deny my right on that.
That is the only thing,
I do for myself.
Napaka sarap ng mura mo sa akin,
kaso kung magmahal ka, at malumanay pa ang tono.
In a way,
I want to be alone all the time,
Coz all I know of the love you will ever
is when something is coming
into that almost zero balance at what said bank,
that is either depleted or you want to control.
Once upon a land far away from me.
A land that had nothing for me.
I came to close,
it loved my wallet,
Disrespected, disregarded and put me in a difficult place.
As I come back to my fantasy,
The clouds kept barking along my way.
Never letting up nor lift all spit from its froth.
Find yourself in a world the hurt of others.
Should I see myself in someone I know I can help,
I now know how much my love aches and go to the who needs.
I will make myself open,
but never closing to the one who needs me.
. . accept all of it.
. . fail the failures.
So i can end my miserable life in tow.
So i can see a new end in sight of emotional trauma.
It shall begin a new day.
It does begin a new era of my anger beneath all of it.
It can start the fire of all focused opportunities;
Life can offer me.
A feather was given to me by a crow.
The crow looked at me sideways.
I pulled yellow,
I saw myself at 80’s.
I pulled blue,
I saw none but I felt all of the fear I felt
through all my years.
Felt all the range of rage,
to all my loneliness of all my sorrows.
My immediate and relatives
the ones who loved me,
On a whim of a breeze, I feel the last feather
Shown a color of what people are,
shown the true test of a person’s love and affection.
why even bother to give when one can not even leave
his ego behind,
and ends what a past can hold.