Sabado, Pebrero 14, 2015

Bigo ba ako, aking mahal?

in your loving heart I'm having a tour
but when I'm nearing you, you closed the door
what's happening? why do things became sour
coz I'm nothing but a poet so poor?

I felt sick while passing that corridor
felt weak, dying due to pain my heart bore
felt like teared apart by claws of condor
coz I can't accept I'll see you no more

- greg somewhere