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My Pitcher

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
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Justaverage
For You?
Written by
Justaverage
Published
Jun 9, 2015
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30·187
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The kinds of poems you make when you "hugot" too much

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#love#sad#depression#metaphors
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