SHE
She's a flower, rose to be exact.
She ain't perfect and that's fact.
Her petals are pretty
But her thorns are heart-breaking
Everytime a butterfly shows care and attention to her, she's the happiest
She's the sweetest flower and yet turn backs to the gloomiest
For she wants to be loved not to be played
For she is a flower not a toy
And now her thorns and petals are growing
She become pretty and blooming
She blossomed into the flower that everyone was anticipating.
She becomes the prettiest in the eyes of many.
— end
BINABASA MO ANG
Thoughts of Faye
PoetryShe's not just a girl, she's the poetry itself. A symphony of emotions waiting to be played, a kaleidoscope of feelings yearning to be seen. Join her on a journeywhere joy dances in sunbeams, heartbreak echoes in the dead of night, and loneliness c...
