I.
The ensemble of owls can be heard from a distance,
Singing with the orchestra of the rain by chance,
Every setting of the sun I'm here standing with my light,
Waiting for a shakespeare's series which happens every night.
II.
Now the clock strikes eleven here comes Romeo and Juliet,
Eloping from the world of judges only love no regrets.
Her hands on his neck and his on her hips,
Ashamed clock stop turning every bits are moments.
III.
On my peripherals are visage of an early love,
Delirious flesh are wanting but have confused mind and hearts,
May the good Zeus sends lightning to let their mind miss their home,
The moments seems perfect but they made it on their own.
IV.
The story of yesterday flashbacked into my senses,
She's weeping down the pavements to the gods she pleaded,
"Let him come back to me and I give all my parts",
How I wish I'm one of the gods,
I won't give what she wants.
V.
A day before she weeped he's under me but not with her
Exchanging breaths 'til dawn from a woman to another
How I wish I'm the gods and hit him with my power
Let my oath be unforgotten, I will give him a curse.
VI.
But tonight with my light they both exchanging love,
Feelings are unperfect making moments not from heart,
She loves him so much but he loves many thousands,
Shall I pray to have a mouth let me speak to show my wrath.
VII.
The next series will be painful shall I pray to depart?
I won't wait to lose my light due to pain in my heart,
Oh gods must be crazy why am I a light post in these pavements?
If only eyes are just witness of love and painful heartbreaks.
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TINGOG!
PoetryTINGOG is a bisaya language which means VOICE. I made this to create a compilation of my poems not just to express my thoughts but also to inspire others especially those who are rowing the same boat with me. This is not yet a product of a great a...
