Exhausted little human
Stuck in this hellhole called life
with no more ink and pen to write
all the endless why's and how's
tired of thinking saying goodbyes
pushing and pulling heart over mind
Tell me its alright or maybe nevermind
what's there to alter? when its constant
wished it can change the ways but it can't
This is the last page or maybe not
It'll come to an end just like a dot
The days are passing and so is mine
Guess It'll come to this and it's fine
AMRIEROSE
BINABASA MO ANG
POEMS OF BOREDOM
PoetryTHIS IS MY COMPILATION OF POEMS THAT I WROTE AND I WILL WRITE IN THE FUTURE HOPE YOU LIKE IT! ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
