cold apartment, pounding head
lilting, melancholy notes
carried through
paper thin
walls
they're sad
doesn't give them a reason to
play the
piano
so early in the morning
sigh
sigh
sigh
its kind of
pretty though
i guess
BINABASA MO ANG
under the magnolia
Poetrybits and pieces of poetic rain that caught in my hair doesn't make sense darling sorry
