The rain wasn't there
No storm either
But why does the wind so cold?
Does that mean we won't get old?
Just like how fast the bullet train is,
It seems that the night changes
What did I do to deserve this?
Didn't you say you love this?
I'm surrounded by these unknown sounds
They are trying to feed me with doubts
They're like the bees flying around
Whispering on the same ground
How can we let the rain fall?
How can we know if it's nothing at all?
Can you tell me directly?
Or atleast please answer me honestly.
Now the rain has come
Waiting for the storm to stop
Why do you keep on asking for this?
If you don't know how to handle it?
Finally, the sun came up
Everything now is clear and wound up
The flood in the train is now about to stop
And after that, I'll begin my next step perhaps.
BINABASA MO ANG
SPOKEN POETRIES
PoetryPoetries can hide a lot of feelings. If you just learn to think deeper, you'll get what I mean.
