Mga Tula Sa Kalawakan

Tears

☕︎︎halcyonkiyo

A little old me tells a story about himself proudly,
the tears in his eyes reflects on me.

I didn't believed how brave is he, all the grudges, pains and suffering he breaks it free.

The dull in his eyes makes him different when he smiles,
his always nice while others betrayed him without surprise.

I have a different story with different people around me,
They throw stones and rocks that fades me easily.

I remains shadows with anxiety because I thought the world
didn't get me.

The skies that full of stars and shines brightly, I found hope that one day they let the table turns to me.

To my old self I dedicated this poetry, with your perseverance and honesty, I will always love you eternally.

Nothing compares to you and your personality, you shouldn't afraid to open your eyes and see.

If the bridges brings tears of happiness, go walked through the path and sadness will vanished.