After the rain,
There's a rainbow.
And after the sunrise,
There's a sunset.
Here I am wondering,
If I stop fighting,
Will you ever keep hoping
That someday I could be fixed and be ready to be your morning?
And here I go crying,
Regretting for every decision I'm making
You left when I have nothing
And give up when I stopped fighting.
Maybe not all sunrise ends with sunsets.
Not all rainbows appears after it rains.
Sometimes, it has to end without the beauty of sunset,
And be left behind all alone in the street all wet.
@Telma
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PS : I don't know what's going on with me, this is the 4th poem in one go.
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Love and Life || A Poetry
PoetryCollections of Tagalog and English poems. Tragedy, a words of love, an untold feelings, a pain we bear, and a comfort were written on the paper. It may motivate you at times you feel unmotivated. It's the collection of our love, tragedy, pain, suf...
