The Game
I leaned my back on cold cemented wall,
I could not accept the fact that I fall,
I can't believe that I was defeated by this thing called love,
Just by now, I feel empty and dull.
I'm like a slave under his flying wings,
I can't really understand some things,
Why do I need to feel such feelings?
It's like I'm waiting for a bell to ring; and an elevator to ting.
I thought love would fill me so much happiness; but it turns out giving me too much sadness,
Sadness that killed my excitements,
Excitements that turned into disappointments.
I realized I fell in a trap,
A trap made for a girl who likes to interrupt,
It's only a falling game that boys are good at.
Falling in love is happy as it may seem; but in my case I'm broken bent,
I always have my time in my room spent,
I started to forgot the word gently;
Bitter as it may sounded but I'm no longer the old me,
I've changed the moment he played with my feelings for some things.
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©OceanusZab
BINABASA MO ANG
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