Ang madaling nakuha,
Madaling nawawala.

Kaya't wag nang magtangka
Na muling ibalik pa
Ang dating pinagsamahan,
Wala namang makakamtan.

Kaya bakit pa?

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Social networks are to show who we are under

The pretenses that usually exist
In real life, but

They’re turning out
More like shout-outs.

“Hey, this is me.
This is my existence.”

It doesn’t matter whether
What’s shown is reality or another

As long as people look good,
Decent, fun, and not at all twisted.

I am but a small fly on the wall.
Collecting stories to tell no one at all.
It may seem like you're alone,
That no one notices you when you're on the phone,
But rest assured I am right there
Quietly witnessing the clandestine air.
No one notices me, and that is good
I see things and keep them in just as a fly should.

There are times when it is quite lonely
When I know that utterly
No one knows I exist,
That when I'm gone, I won't be missed.

He and she
Could not be.
Friendships might break.
So for their sake,
They kept it hidden
Tucked between sudden

Talks, only him and her
The words come in a blur
Riddled with silences,
Lowering pretenses.

Only time can tell what
Might come out of this, but
One can be sure that
Between smiles and chats
Something is built
That will not wilt.