You made me tell my story
A geniune me is in your hands
You tell me your stories
Your fights and your worries
A genuine you, a person that's true
However, times changed
Truths becomes lies
Sadly lies becomes good enough truth
To ease the pain
Of being open, and being seen
Stories we tell
Are now half truths, half baked in an oven
The fire still burns but it does not burn the same
How did we come to this when we started
As true as the sun and wind?
Going back maybe
I confessed
I told my story
I'm genuine in your hands
But
You were just MAYBE.
5 comments:
sakit lagi ni na poem ay.. but nindot..
4 u na Amz... :) whahahahaha
J.O.K.E !
nakabasa kos imong txt, whahaha, no need to worry and explain :D
buing man ka dwight oi. wa jud nimo gitubag akong pangutana ba. taas bya to na text ha, mrag worth P5 jd to! ahahahaha.. unsa man, for me jd na or dli? should we talk about it or just let it be? :p
i think it's fair to say
that it took some guts on my part
coz it would seem that i assume too much
but still, i took the risk
because i dont want to lose something
much more valuable
than pride or face
so now, it's up to you
do you want to discuss it?
or should we just forget it?
either way is fine
as long as we're back to the way we were.
hehehe (i suck, wa juy ni rhyme!)
wa juy ni rhyme Amz...:p
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