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Xanny Riddle Aug 2020
Gusto ko sanang matulog ngunit mas masarap ang mamatay.
Xanny Riddle Aug 2020
"Sun and moon aren't meant to be together."
They're flawed and blessed;
They shine together at 6
be separated at 8.
One shine so bright--
The other one shines through his light.
One is whole all the time-
The other one depends on what day she has.
Sunkissed can burn you,
but for her, it gave her life.
And the sun loves to give her light until the day they will meet again.
Xanny Riddle Aug 2020
Love is strange but life is much stranger.
We let go of someone we because it's what society said.
Life is  strange good and bad exist.
So we always need to choose and there is always a choice.
And it gets stranger when we regret what we chose even
though it is right.

Maybe love is strange like when every time we think if aliens are real or why our sole is the only part we can tickle that can cause itchiness and laughter.
Xanny Riddle Aug 2020
A paint full of flaws
colorful, chaotic, and horrendous flaws.

Ink bottle shattered into canvas, so I pause.
This suppose to be lovely work,
so I asked myself, why it has a thousand holes.
Expensive brushes, expensive cloth
good intension, brilliant thought.
Clumsy hands; fingers fault--
Brushes up colors down,
cover-up,
don't let it drown
until it's dawn?--
until it's dawn

and wait for the sun to paint it up.
And your flawed work will brighten up.
It can be yellow, white, or blue.
It can be chaotic or look good as you.
But it will never be called a horrendous paint again--
and that is true.
-xanny riddle©
please don't plagiarise and enjoy reading.
Have a great day.
Xanny Riddle Aug 2020
I love her I can even conquer my fear for her.
I can hike with her even I'm afraid of height.
I remember, I did my best to comfort her while we're riding
on a twenty kilometer per hour Ferris wheel
and almost one hundred feet high.
I love her, I can die knowing she loves me too.
Xanny Riddle Jul 2020
I wish you could see me into this thick tinted window,
watching you pass through it.
It *****, and every night is a sorrow--
Xanny Riddle Jul 2020
Bukang bibig nanaman ng aming bubong ang himig ng ulan.
Binibigkas ang iyong pangalan;
tila lungkot nanaman ang aking naramdaman.
Hinahanap ang iyong yakap at lambing--
habang naka tingen sa ulap na itim.
Lungkot at kakalungan ako'y iyong lubayan.
Masyado ng tahimik kelangan ko ang iyong himig.
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