For 10 months, I've been holding up
a pitcher of affections and feelings that
you never knew it had your name on it.
It kept filling and filling, and no matter
how much I fill it, I couldn't give you taste
because it might disappoint you.
At some point, I gave you a sample
and you seemed to enjoy the sweetness
but I was wondering if it was too sweet
so I couldn't give you everything
There was a time it turned out bitter
maybe, because you sought other pitchers
but it still had a sweet after taste
I try to make it a sweet - sour taste
so that it gives you "kilig" affixes
Still, I couldn't reach for that taste
so I still couldn't give you that pitcher
But as unprepared as I could be
you demanded my pitcher
and I poured everything in your cup..
I wasn't sure if I didn't have enough
to fill your cup, or that your cup wasn't ready
to take in all that it contains....
Maybe, your cup was too small or
There was too much in my pitcher
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 12:15 PM UTC
For 10 months, I've been holding up
a pitcher of affections and feelings that
you never knew it had your name on it.
It kept filling and filling, and no matter
how much I fill it, I couldn't give you taste
because it might disappoint you.
At some point, I gave you a sample
and you seemed to enjoy the sweetness
but I was wondering if it was too sweet
so I couldn't give you everything
There was a time it turned out bitter
maybe, because you sought other pitchers
but it still had a sweet after taste
I try to make it a sweet - sour taste
so that it gives you "kilig" affixes
Still, I couldn't reach for that taste
so I still couldn't give you that pitcher
But as unprepared as I could be
you demanded my pitcher
and I poured everything in your cup..
I wasn't sure if I didn't have enough
to fill your cup, or that your cup wasn't ready
to take in all that it contains....
Maybe, your cup was too small or
There was too much in my pitcher
The kinds of poems you make when you "hugot" too much
