See every teeth claim a piece of your piece. Fight for
peace for the peeps acting creeps 'cause you leaving out
skin out the top, even crocks show too much. I can
hunch that a punk pull a trunk -- no more spunk.
Perilous times; what a crime that you'll climb for. A
gram of dispassion, for heart you've lost action. Don't
toss every cannon ball, pass it to Daddy's ball.
Dance with me, actually, chance that you fancy me.
Hate me or claim me as crazy for daisies, but
praise me when saved thee from hasty young lunies
or goons. See you need me -- the sun for your D? Feel
our seal you've forgotten when you were born young and--
Not hazy! It's passion, the power of God and
the closeness of kins, and the kiths? No decision!
Respect your protection with skin for repentence.
Your mother were younger, you're perfect, Lucinda.
BINABASA MO ANG
Mahal-lika!
PoetryIs love just a a collection of feelings for one? Is it just a sweet section of chocolate for one? Hearken! My heart beats faster, the box shakes stronger -- Mahal-lika! Let us tell their stories of love divine, their love full of sin!
