Eighteen roses, eighteen dances
Eighteen candles, eighteen wishes
Eighteen years I have already spent
Eighteen years I think I've wasted
Childish acts, immature thoughts
Dependent and careless moves
Crushes and insecurities I fought
All the hates and things I learned to love
My boring turned out to be something new
The once carousel became my roller coaster
I've made friends quite a few
I just hope they won't leave me earlier later
I stan a group that I could relate
Produced a song that made me dream again
I then woke up realizing how late
That I realized of what my dream really is
I sometimes wonder did I left an impression
Or maybe became an inspiration
Maybe I became so dense that I did not notice
What I left behind or what memories to leave
Eighteen and I am still thinking
Older and I'm still trying to grow mature
Thirteen no more I'm still dreaming
Nineteen is coming will I be stronger
BINABASA MO ANG
Mga Tulang Likha ni Miss Makata
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