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Dry
.
It
is
true,
you are
totally right.
I'm as dry as
a desert, I'm a dead
empty land. I used to be
a  jungle  when  the  clouds
where by my side, and now that
they are gone, my trees, my dreams
they dried and died. Because of this,
nothing grows inside of me, there is
only silence and despair. I can't feel
what  I  write,  I  barely  feel alive
I want to feel human again
Oh god, I really miss
the rain
Es frustrante tener  las palabras pero no el tiempo y luego tener el tiempo y no recordar las palabras
Jundell Corpuz Sep 2018
for long as the wind blows
‘til end I’ll trace his course
for long as the river flows
on and on, this love endures.
Jundell Corpuz Sep 2018
he is a fire
burning all my doubts and fears
his body exudes a blazing heat
and I was ready for it.
Jundell Corpuz Sep 2018
his coffee is not sweet,
not so bitter, and not so creamy
he wants just the right blend.

he hates polo, just t-shirts.
doesn’t want collars, and over-details.
he likes it simple, often plain.

he’s too picky with unfamiliar foods,
doesn’t eat too much when not at home.
he needs just a single dish.

he doesn’t want it colourful,
black and white satisfy his soul.
a single hue could mean it all.

— The End —