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how come, out of all the flames,
you saw that one helpless, flickering one
within this hell of a dreamer?
how come, out of all the games,
you're heaven rolling the dice for one,
two, three, a win for a loser?
in the worst burgundy,
my heart was withered
with the aching desire to see
the bright lights of my old Manila. . .
one more time,
but then suddenly,
I was at last unbothered
by the way this rush of glee
I'll never find in the best of that plaza;
one time more,
I've found an idiot and a romantic within me,
unworthy yet again for a gaze set on me.
never have I ever-never, I have truly never-
thought I'd think my name was beautiful again,
yet there you were, calling it like it was newer
than a ticket to every 21st century trend.
so how come, out of all the flames,
you saw that one helpless, flickering one
within this hell of a dreamer?
and how come, out of all the games,
you're heaven rolling the dice for one,
two, three, a win for a loser?
but then again, there is an idiot and a romantic within me.
and with a snap, you sent this hell of a dreamer to glee.
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YOU ARE READING
the places i've been to inside
Poetryt h e p l a c e s i ' v e b e e n t o i n s i d e ╰ a compilation of poems ╰ ongoing i am still on my journey. i do not know where this heads to, but it's all inside.
