She was made of fuel: warm
She was made of ice: cold
She was made of heat: warm
She was made of water:cool
She is melting
She is in warm
She is an angel
She is a demon
Nobody sees but she is alone and lonely
She smile was it true?
She cry was it sorrow?
Don't look at her eyes, you will feel her pain
Her demon is living
Her angel is losing
But then she is fighting
For her life means a solitude
Company of loneliness which a comfort and her happiness.
BINABASA MO ANG
Her Book Of Sorrow
RandomA prose and poetry.. This book is me Embrace my piece Discover my entry And you will see how lonely it is to be me.
