Scribbled words on tissue papers
Random songs from a shuffle play
Late night walks without any destination
I wasn't the wordsmith—she is
She turned the mess that is me and my life into a meaningful rhyme and a beautiful melody
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He colored me yellow, I painted him black
Just like a scenic view in between day and night
Strong and glaring like the noon sun
But quiet and calm as it hits dusk
What a great story we could have been
If only fate didn't intervene
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"I never wish to be easily defined. I'd rather float over other people's minds as something strictly fluid and non-perceivable; more like a transparent, paradoxically iridescent creature rather than an actual person."
~Franz Kafka
BINABASA MO ANG
Between a Rock and a Hard Place
RomantizmCarpe Noctem Duology #2 Youngest in the three Fabregas brothers, Alexis is known as the black sheep of the family. Growing up in a political ménage where his parents compelled him to be like them, he always felt like he's been in the wrong place his...
