"There's that lonely boy again
There's that ugly boy again
Does he ever have a good day?
Why won't he just go away?"..
Little drops trickle and time keeps ticking—
But you come to know what they think of you with just one look at you,
What do you do when you try to keep climbing but your fingers don't seem to be sticking?
You look around and hum to the wind hoping for someone who could lend a hand.
You're fed up with me and I'm fed up with me
But I can't stop climbing, can I?
There's a choice to let go and let what will be, be—
But I see the sky so I can only try.
"Can he stop staring at me?
Does that weirdo ever talk?
There's that ugly smile again
Yoh this guys is just a clown!"
You're fed up with me and I'm fed up with me
Maybe I'll let go so I'll never see the light
But there's a churning in me like a whirlwind in me
And it keeps me off the floor and helps me fight.
S.T.I.A
BINABASA MO ANG
A 100 For My Better Half
Poetry"Summer and warmth spilled from her eyes, Breaking my shell like metal on ice, I tried to ignore, yet I couldn't excise- The love in me that she enticed". Praise Frank This is an anthology to and for one who unconsciously opened a gate which was shu...
