(Cebuano word, an identifier for a male person whom we do not know by name.)
Here's a story of a not so lovely baby
Hey babay go'ne my way
Faded, on his way, shameless
Maybe needs some work....
What the hey, anyhow he play
The game of heart break
Silent now
Shirk and shake it off your shoulders
Telling myself insistingly
"He ain't my responsibility"
"I won't feel bad - take care of your own
****
We smoke and vape
The other **** we hit the days wide awake
My bad, acquaintance not much else
A brief voicemail
he is shaming whispering
"Hey bakla - what are you?"
Who that Price?
when your ice glaciers melt
And garbage comes bubbling up
From under your breath
So Truly only you
For reals tho'
Be he the abandoned one
Early on broke
Those years ago a kid
Hatred your imaginary friended
You're a G in your head
Spite quiets down when
Down and out ...
Crazy to suddenly
See you now
Still loathing me
And somehow I believed it
As cries for help but
Hungry wolf each night
Is still a dog
planning to bite.
Still angry at me for nothing's right
Just another sod
To prey and feed
Upon...
Yow not a dog
Your it's flea.
To think I prayed for you...
Forgot the gist of this
So so sorry
No kidding this morning
No taller story
Than pretending to be something
Worthy.
As friend as family.
Now you're just a ****
Someone Without a name
If Strangers call you ****
I still do not know you
Aren't that close with
Who you've wronged before...or
Why I'm an open door,
Walked on all over
Sorry so tardy to tell you
No more.
****
Aug 20, 2017
Aug 20, 2017 at 1:30 AM UTC
(Cebuano word, an identifier for a male person whom we do not know by name.)
Here's a story of a not so lovely baby
Hey babay go'ne my way
Faded, on his way, shameless
Maybe needs some work....
What the hey, anyhow he play
The game of heart break
Silent now
Shirk and shake it off your shoulders
Telling myself insistingly
"He ain't my responsibility"
"I won't feel bad - take care of your own
****
We smoke and vape
The other **** we hit the days wide awake
My bad, acquaintance not much else
A brief voicemail
he is shaming whispering
"Hey bakla - what are you?"
Who that Price?
when your ice glaciers melt
And garbage comes bubbling up
From under your breath
So Truly only you
For reals tho'
Be he the abandoned one
Early on broke
Those years ago a kid
Hatred your imaginary friended
You're a G in your head
Spite quiets down when
Down and out ...
Crazy to suddenly
See you now
Still loathing me
And somehow I believed it
As cries for help but
Hungry wolf each night
Is still a dog
planning to bite.
Still angry at me for nothing's right
Just another sod
To prey and feed
Upon...
Yow not a dog
Your it's flea.
To think I prayed for you...
Forgot the gist of this
So so sorry
No kidding this morning
No taller story
Than pretending to be something
Worthy.
As friend as family.
Now you're just a ****
Someone Without a name
If Strangers call you ****
I still do not know you
Aren't that close with
Who you've wronged before...or
Why I'm an open door,
Walked on all over
Sorry so tardy to tell you
No more.
****
The word **** in this context is the cebuano word for male person, man or boy. A guy whose name you don't know.
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