So we are lucidly dreaming
About the times when leaves fell
When fluorescent lights fill our hearts
And throw papers like a party
Kiss new chapstick lips every night
We're all seventeen and sad
Pastel colors stand for our young hearts
We're happy and sad
But the hand of the clock strikes us
The tick of the alarm sounded like nuclear bomb
Facing the Thursday mornings
Of our lucid nightmares
BINABASA MO ANG
Seventeen (poems & lyrics)
PoetryBeing at the years before legal age is somehow monumental. At this phase in life, you'd know how it feels like to be the happiest person that you will ever be. But you never end there, you would eventually get hurt because what you thought would hap...
