Everytime I visit your home,
It looks like a home to succumb.
I’m sorry I let this come.
Everytime you lie
That you’re loved as you lay,
I know it’ll hurt me till I die.
You suffer in silence,
Posing your kindness,
Is just making me defenseless.
My child, my daughter, my beloved,
You must have been cherished and loved
If I let you marry the one you love.
BINABASA MO ANG
Mga Tula (Poems)
ПоэзияMga Tula is a bunch of poems compiled and made by my vague mind. Some of these compilation of poems were taken from the stories I made. There are also poems made by my cousins and also, poems made by myself. So please, beware of dog. Ay este. Words...
