Since school year's gonna end...
Once upon a time,
Trouble was our name,
Many have told it to us,
But it was not our game.
Happy, laughs, and sad,
Were the memories we shared,
But the fun times we had,
Was the memories i cared.
So many fights and cries,
So many hates and lies,
It may down us,
But together we always rise.
As the year came,
Where we separate our ways,
The end of the lane,
The start we created the days.
High school was not meant forever,
But we'll never forget the memories,
With these people we shared together,
The best and the blast four years it is.

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