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Paolo Garcia May 2016
Hope I, sound not desperate

O, tend to my wounds
Wish I, thine hand be held

Implore I, soothe my pain
Two ears that hark!

Recounting, recounting
Thy mouth, speak of stories

For I wish thou be Nightingale to my Heart
Paolo Garcia Mar 2016
Every cloud has a silver lining;
but, if a tumultuous storm
   appears on your head,
just call me and
   i'll be there
in a swift
Paolo Garcia Mar 2016
You're no illusion,
my eyes are not deceived
Dedicating to my friends, especially girls who does not believe how I perceive them
Paolo Garcia Feb 2016
Pain equating to tears
But if he tries to resist the pain to avoid crying,
He is allowing pain to reside in his heart --
restoring tears for later

— The End —