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Whenever I see a bear
I remember you my dear
The way your sleeping face looks
the lazy face you make while reading a book
the softness of your voice despite being a bloke

They may seem like flaws
but to me they're absolute *perfection
Everything went tragic
but you made everything seem like magic

In just a wish and bit of whoosh
You made a smile creep on my face with a little bit of push
I was a lost puzzle piece
waiting to be retrieved underneath a table

I've been trying to fit in with the
beautiful pictures
But nothing ever works out
Never have I imagined that I wasn't meant to be there
No wonder my smiles were just masks
No wonder I felt different
No wonder I feel so lonely
for I was part of something better
BIGGER

I was part of a masterpiece
And it was called FRIENDSHIP

A friendship I've never felt ever before
I felt like I belonged
as if I was the missing piece that they've
been waiting for
My head is filled with so many ideas, suggestions, plans and thoughts
I don't know where to start
They're clashing,
smashing my train of thoughts
It started when the good news arrived
Now my head won't stop creating images and words to express my feelings
So happy right now... :D
Don't you just hate it when
you're just there either pooping or
wandering by the mall
and an idea pops up.
You then try to remember it
for as long as you can
yet once you have the
pen and paper,
you ask yourself
"What was it again?"
Nakakasawa nang mag isip ng mga salita
Para sa mga taong hindi naman nakakakita
Lahat isinisigaw sa hangin
Mga nakatago at nabubulok na damdamin
Sa kadahilanang ito, ako nalang ay kakain
Nang ang oras ay hindi na masayang pa
Buti pa sa Jollibee, bida ang saya
You kept complaining
'bout those people corrupting
then afterwards you'll be saying
Money can't be brought alongside with you on the day that you die. Why are they being so corrupt?
Yet why aren't you trying to question thyself?
When in fact, you aren't any different.
Save, Save, Save
That's all you think about
Prices, Prices, Prices
I thought we were here to survive?
Money is an element for survival.
Why are you keeping every single dollar?
You always count your money as if it is your baby.
Complaints are all that I hear each day every time you pay.
Pffttt... Money lover... Keeps a *** of cash inside their bank accounts yet are way too afraid to spend it on things that they like. If ever they do, they'd complain afterwards. What the actual fudge? -_-
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