Brown eyes,
Each of its own.
And if you say otherwise,
You really lying.
The liar will find them,
Where to hide.
Righteous find them
Where to hide the sadness.
For some, it resembles something.
For others, fate has given them to have.
But anywhere you are, not hide from them.
They will follow you everywhere where you go.
And if you try to escape from it,
You will meet them again in its path.
They remind you of yourself
As soon as they attempt to forget.
2016.05.04
BINABASA MO ANG
Širdies balsas
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