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Everything felt so heavy
I can just open my eyes lazily
Too tired to open them to see something
If I can only touch nothing
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Am I being unreasonable?
For acting like I'm the one who's miserable
Am I only overreacting?
For dreaming to be able to feel that zing.
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I can't understand why I was wrong
How can I be wrong if I just want to sing my own song?
Can't I just simply sing what I am?
Can't they see that it's better than letting me drown in glum?
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If they are numb, do I also have to be like them?
If they're the tree, do I have to be their stem?
A stem to be one of them and be controlled
To create something what they want to hold
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Maybe I wasn't one of the people that I see
Maybe I'm just really a puppet wishing to be free
But despite of what they want,I can't change that I'm one of those people
Those people that can cut strings and destroyed walls
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I know that I can touch what I wanted
But I can't breath, for now air is what I needed
Air from someone showing me that I can be free
And warmth of someone telling me that I can show the real me
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yeah. hahahaha. tulad ng dati,kayo ng mag edit. hahaha. harhar.
BINABASA MO ANG
Buried Words
PuisiPoems are like buried words that we should not have buried in the first place. (Collection of Poems)
