Will Never be Blown by the Wind
I thought we will be hale
I thought our connection will never frail
But as a sampaguita took her last exhale
There comes the simultaneous existence of an ail
That circulated among us like a chain mail
Her breath was her goodbye
But ironically, I never did cry
I know we will all die
But her presence felt like a lie
That gloomed my life like a night sky
A night sky painted like a bruise
Reflecting on my eyes are great blues
Her shutdown made me experience abuse
A pain that only I knew, damn, I lose
I made myself a victim and tried to loose
Ink of a pen sitting on my hand
This will be the last of her as my brand
I'll bury all I have just like her in the land
Everything will be gone on a whip of wand
She'll be blown by the wind yet she's a sand
2020-06-16 04:55:41
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