I used to quiet
I used to be in a white side
I am Maria
Coming from the City of Dahlia
A City that taught me love
Suddenly, the next day
I saw myself in a way
Away from I used to be
I am Maria
That was loud
That was dark
I used to be plain
But now, I am full of stain
Stain of painful
Painful sword of a broken
Trust, and being left
Indeed, nothing new
Only few, stayed with me
Most of those whom I called a friend ends and chose to betrayed
The person who I used to be
The Maria with a pure heart
Turned into Marie with a stoned heart
Stoned heart, and a burned walls.
I am walking into pieces.
Finding solace in a lone place
Where I am hoping to replace
The broken pieces of mine
With a whole mine right in time.
BINABASA MO ANG
MP LIGHTS: 143
Poetry-Hugot? Sad? Poem lover? -This book is a collection of random poems. Free verse by nature with some traditional patterns. -Minsan kase mapapatigil ka nalang... Hanggang sa itatanong mo nalang sa mga bituin kung lahat ba ng ito ay isang panaginip?
