Look at us
Talking about life
Like we have a clue.
It's true what they say
Nothing good ever comes out of late
Night conversations.
It's funny, really
How hard we try and pretend
To stay strong
Knowing very well
How easily our hearts bruise
Poor souls,
Always destined to lose.
In the end, I lose.
In the end, you lose.
In the end, we lose.
BINABASA MO ANG
Waves Of Blue
PoetryThere was a star riding through the clouds one night, and I said to star, "consume me" - Virginia Woolf Started:7.06.2021 Status: completed ©cooshookie 2021
