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Cyrille Octaviano
Poems
Mar 2015
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Every time you sigh,
a little of you goes by
And every time you cry,
you always think it's time.
Flower in the wind,
where are you going?
You may have sinned
and stopped growing.
Why are you so afraid?
Always shivering and bickering
You always have a maid
Why aren't you listening?
Words don't mean a thing
Or do they?
You're just a fling
Hurts, nay?
Staring at the daystar,
why is it so afar?
Does it hate the way we live
Or is it because in the wrong we believe?
Notorious it may seem,
fixing at the seams
Why is it notorious?
You're just oblivious.
Thus, would I hate
Doesn't have an excuse.
It may be too late,
You lose
How much it annoys!
Where is that voice?!
Boys will be boys
But the girls, who knows?
**© Jerrika Tonio, 2015
A poem made by my friend, Jerrika. (It's her first poem!)
#life
#experience
#curiosity
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Cyrille Octaviano
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