as we speak to another soul,
we open our little world to them
as if saying, "come and you'll be welcomed!".
even the bruises doesn't heal,
we still open the door for them.
because part of us needed accompany,
although we've never asked for it.
our heart ache when they leave,
when one person broke the promises.
forgive them until you had enough.
we cried tears not because we were sad
but because we are being left out.
into the world where we all asked is to be loved,
and all we get is suffering.
numbing the pain is like asking for something impossible.
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I made this in school because we had some free time before the thesis defense. I don't know but whenever I think about creating positive and not melancholic ones the path always bring me to the sad and lonely mood. I'm having a trepidation everytime I feel like writing because I wasn't like everyone who can be in love, positive or up-lifting vibe when they make works.. I mean I'm just me and I cannot do anything about how the tone of my writings gonna be. Because one way or another I will always felt the contentment and gratification toward my works. Maybe because I wasn't feel being loved by special someone or because I was to isolate in a certain feelings whereas I find myself more comfortable with when I write.
That's all.. and thank you! next chapter coming up :)
BINABASA MO ANG
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