Some die Some starve Some cry Most cut And they will be missed Some are alone Some are lost in a crowd Some yell out and moan Most do not voice their troubles aloud And they will be missed #1 Poetry #2 Random

He's my dark past, my once happy-go-lucky ex, he's my mistake, my secret, he's the heartless jerk, he's my sweetest downfall, he's the cold-hearted bastard,. And he's Miguel Angelo Tan, my boss. He gripped me by my waist. "You are mine. Mine, Rein. Mine. Understood?" malamig at mariin niyang saad. His aqua stare making my insides go wild. Wala sa loob na napatango ako. "Good." He smiled. For seconds, inakala kong may nakita akong genuine doon but before I could think twice... he kissed me. I realized, he, too, was my everything. Pero he's better without me. All Rights Reserved.