When I leave, don't cry please
You know it's hard for me to do this
When I leave, don't be sad please
I'll cry, don't know how to stop this.
I wont promise that i'll be back
I want to stop or freeze the clock
But this fast clock go tick tock
This dull color I feel, oh, it's black.
I don't know how to feel
Now that it's dark and still
I want you beside me
Right now, right here with me
~4/9/16

BINABASA MO ANG
Poétiques
PoetryA quarter of sadness and depression, A pinch of love, and a bowl of tears.