Her eyes were a crystal clear
Shines like the galaxy scintillating in all possible parallel reality in Multiverse
She was the virtuoso of her own Universe
And you can't foresee something that she fears.
Because her soul is empty
And you can see, her eyes were clear.Her eyes were a crystal clear,
From the dusty dark corner, you can get a wind of her typing in the teletypewriter
Her heart was thorned after, cause she can't bear the subject she was susceptible about
But you can see, her eyes were clear with bottled empty tears.The weeps she was shading was a sound of something who wants to get out from a rotten dungeon
You can't hear it, but you can catch a glimpse of it through her eyes.
She was lost in the sea of strangers, where she conceals what she don't want others to noticeAnd after hugging her, She says
"I want you to be your night.
In this scenery full of flowers,
Interwine our pinkies,
I want to make you mine."And i know she sees my eyes in a crystal clear.
BINABASA MO ANG
Space [Wattys2019]
PoetryFOR WHAT ITS WORTH : ITS NEVER TOO LATE TO BE WHOEVER YOU WANT TO BE ---- Ang librong ito ay naglalaman ng mga pinagtipon-tipung mga ideya at kaalaman tungkol sa milagrosong bagay na lantad sa aking paningin at mga na-aapuha sa mundong ginagalawan...