no need for
april fools,
when each day
i tell myself to
get rid of my—
unrequited, burning still
despite being turned down—
feelings for you,
well, joke's on me
willing to be made fun
of, as if i'm a clown—
who swears to quit
you, but does
otherwise.
s i n | "you make me a clown"
BINABASA MO ANG
sundown musings
Poetrya collection of poetries and prose. welcome to my soul. [highest achievement: #5 in spokenpoetry]
