Silence can be too much
As it is the sounds nowhere to be found but can touch
Sounds can break your ears
Aching in a bleeding manner
Somewhere deep within,
Too much is a sin
Never leave your soul
Hanging in the bridge of excess
Never fail your role
As if it's something to be suppress
One peso is not enough
Hundred is alright
Million is wild
While billion leaves lunacy in your mind
People likes more, so they tend to hurt more
Humanity loves progression but somewhere in the midle their passion is remove
Replace by some values where a loaf is no significant than a land to dwelt on
Too much, why do we all love too much
When what you have will never be snatch
Will never be gone entirely
And you will never be empty
Only if your source is Something none exhaust
Him who gives something irreplaceable
Above all and unimaginable
A/N:
Shemay, three days straight poem dahil sa lutang days. 〒_〒 Sorry (kung may nagbabasa, I sound stupid talking to myself pero walang basagan ng trip) for not updating worthy content to read on. Goooosh it's 10:36, kanina pa dapat ako nag simula I actually thought of things to plot on but eventually forgot it as I scroll in Qoura. Really brilliant, Rig.
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